A couple of years back I was riding up the road leading to the dump on a four wheeler with four bags of trash and Scott as my passenger. I was cruising along splashing through puddles at about fifteen miles per hour. As we approached the dump site I spotted about twenty or thirty ravens living their boring but normal life at the dump.

Anyways, as I slowed down the four wheeler to a complete stop, I whispered to Scott to look at the birds. Even as small as his face was at the time, you could still see all that was expressed on it. He smiled a humongous smile and his eyes lit up. He turned towards me and said, "Holy cow, you see all those birrrrds?" I had to crack a little smile myself because of his pronunciation of the word "birds."

After watching the ravens for a while he asked if he could sneak up on to them. I said, "sure." So he bent down to where he touched his knees on his chest and walked as if he were a duck. I watched him as he got closer and closer to the birds. Then he stopped and was motionless. Then I walked up to him silently and bent down beside him to where I could see every single bird instead of just the eight or ten from where I was at. From there I could finally see what he saw. It was one of the biggest birds of the flock and a very wise-looking one. The bird slid from one side to the next, left to right, and bounced up and down. Scott thought the bird was dancing for him. Then I stood up quickly and all at once the birds flew in every direction.

By: Maureen Fitka