Since recorded history, and probably long before, legends and superstitions have clustered around RAVENS' sombre forms. They were feathered children of the Devil and even today their presence and harsh croakings are believed indicative of misfortune. Sagacity, hardiness and omnivorous habits have enabled them to survive over parts of the country where formerly they were common. The only one I ever saw came across our bows while we were gliding slowly thru fog on Frenchman's Bay, Maine. Parental affection is so strong that old birds defend their young against any danger, remain with and feed them long after the youngsters are capable of flight.
Oregon, Montana and South Dakota, southward.