That's a wonderful thing you are doing! Congratulations and good luck to you.
Here is one of the 3 ravens I've raised. He had fallen out of a pine tree on our property.
If I may offer my opinion...my collared aracari's (a species of toucan for anyone that's never heard of them) behavior is the absolute closest to any description of a raven personality or trait that could be described.
Mind of the Raven is a fascinating book, I loved it. I'll have to put the other one on my list of books to buy!There are couple of good books. Mind of a Raven by Bernd Heinrich who raised and observed a lot of ravens is really good. Also, Corvus: A Life with Birds by Esther Wooflson.
Mind of a Raven is an amazing book. It will give you a whole, new respect for these lovely creatures.There are couple of good books. Mind of a Raven by Bernd Heinrich who raised and observed a lot of ravens is really good. Also, Corvus: A Life with Birds by Esther Wooflson.
Who would'a known I'd get all verklempt over this story?! =/That was a great article. It reminded me very much of what it was like raising Virgil. He had fallen out of his nest in a pine tree on our property. We were on 10 acres and there was an abundance of coyotes on the property at night so I took him inside and decided to go ...
Wow this is really interesting info Patti! Thanks for sharing!Well, I can tell you that you are in for one heck of an experience if you decide on a Corvid! They are a lot like parrots in some ways.....intelligent, thoughtful, busy, and cheeky! But, they are different as well. I can't answer specifics about personality because my experience is that they are all different. Most of the species that I have kept are a bit more wary than parrots. They don't readily trust new things or new people. But once they get used to things they are very outgoing.
The diet and the associated mess keep ya on your toes! You can't leave their after meal mess for long because of it's contents. But I don't really mind that.
Almost anything makes a good toy for a corvid. Small stones, crumpled up bits of foil, clothes pegs, bottle caps, sea shells, etc...etc.... Mine find bits and pieces out of the garden like wood chips and play with them for hours. Live foods, such as meal worms, double as toys too.
The two birds in my photos are Australian Ravens. The largest of the Ravens found in Oz. They are both from the same clutch and came to me after some jerkface shot their parents. The little one has a broken leg and was covered with ants when rescued. The bigger was just so undernourished that he couldn't fly. I have had them for only a week, but thanks to daily outtings into the back garden they are thriving and settling in to life with me better than expected.
that is the saddest thing i have ever herdThat was a great article. It reminded me very much of what it was like raising Virgil. He had fallen out of his nest in a pine tree on our property. We were on 10 acres and there was an abundance of coyotes on the property at night so I took him inside and decided to go ahead and raise him myself. He had very few feathers coming through at the time.
He went to work with me everyday while I was handfeeding him and as he got older he'd explore the office and visit with my coworkers. At home he had free run of the house. He was absolutely wonderful to have around. Watching him learn to fly was probably the best part of the experience!When he was finally weaned I kept him in an outdoor aviary for a week or so while I was at work.
When I decided it was time for him to be out on his own I took a two week vacation to stick around the house and see how he would do. At the time, I had horses and would take an hour so to go for a ride. Virgil would hop right up onto my shoulder or the rear end of the horse and go right along. After a few days of this he'd eventually fly off here or there, staying close by. I'd take walks with him around the property and we'd investigate the barn together and see what other things we could get into. My husband and I would go team penning down at the neighbors ranch and Virgil would fly right along next to us and hang out and watch while we worked the cattle.
As I continued to keep him outside, he found his place in a pine tree in front of the house. Every morning he'd come to my window and call incessantly until I brought him breakfast. He'd come into the house, get into the trash, tear up newspaper, play with firewood kindling and whatever else he could get into. Little by little he started doing his own thing everyday. I could see him flying around the property from the front deck. When I went back to work, I'd come home to find him sitting on the arch gate leading into the property. As I drove up the to house, he'd fly right next to the window!
Our lives went on like this for several months. And then afterwards he'd spend longer and longer times away from home. I would often come home to earrings, coins, and metal wire on the deck where we'd spend most of our evenings.
His visitations became fewer and fewer throughout the months and the last time I saw him was probably around this time of year. He came by for a visit and I could tell he was becoming the wild bird I hoped he would. I gave him a few pieces of his favorite foods which he took somewhat nervously. He perched very quietly for a bit and I sat there watching him suspecting that this would be the last time I saw him. And no story could have been written better...and as cliche as it was, Virgil flew off into the sunset, and it was the last time I ever saw him.