I met with a friend over the weekend in Berkley, CA.

We rode bicycles through San Francisco, across the Golden Gate Bridge and up into the Marin Headlands.

There we visited Hawk Hill. I finally remembered to bring my binoculars, and what a treat it was.

I lost count of the raptors in a matter of minutes.

The sky was like beautiful blue gravy and the fog was flying mashed potatoes.

(Perhaps not my best analogy of the week, but let’s go with it.)

Before I left the hill, I met two ravens. They seemed amused with my excitement of the birds around me. They were the only two birds that sat still for me to take a half decent picture of so I went for it.  I have long admired Ravens. They made sounds like a chuckling cow when I rode away.