Seeing God

There are a couple of ravens in the big maple in our front yard.  They are so damn huge.  I see them so rarely I forget just how big they are - the effect is to make it look like a couple of crows are sitting in a Rick-Moranis-miniaturized maple tree.  There are at least a couple more in another tree; the two in the maple croak and then I hear more raven voices from someplace over near the in-laws' house.  Maybe they're teaching their fledglings to fly.

Their voices!  

I think I'm in love . . .