Prescott is riddled with Ravens. This one in particular didn’t fancy having its picture taken; it was located perhaps 30 feet above me in a tree – well out of harms way – yet it seemed quite bothered by my presence. I had my lens zoomed in as far as it could go and the shot still wasn’t as tight as I would have liked but I was close enough to see some details in the birds. The one on the right kept looking down at me and making noises while puffing out its neck feathers. I’m no bird expert but its behavior suggested to me that it wasn’t too happy to have me watching from below.
