It was as if the Raven had a built-in clock. It came every morning at ten for the offered snack of nuts, crackers, and cooked meats.
Jennifer enjoyed feeding the large blackbird. She had become so used to the Corvus, that she even talked to it as if it understood everything she said.
Then one morning the Raven was over an hour late, and when it finally did arrive, it was joined by four others like it.
Each removed their beaked-masks, revealing their humanoid faces, and the original Raven said, “We should talk.”
Jennifer wasn’t a bit surprised.
Nowhere Nevada 