Blue Fox Bay, Afognak Island, AK — 18-Jul-2023 — The raven call is deep, dark, and humorous. It is the mad joker. Oftentimes, there are groups of them calling back and forth. Today, in the cherry-fruit of this labyrinth of water we are in, a single Raven calls from the west end over a stand of trees. I can’t see him, just hear him, alone.
We feel like we’re far away from things here. We’re not. Boats pass by outside of our sight, not often but they do. We keep the radio on 24 hours a day to channel 16. Once a day, sometimes less, we hear chatter. Generally, too far away for us to hear all of it, and never both sides of it, just the Coast Guard asking for latitude and longitude and how they will get a vessel to the caller. Rarely, we will hear two vessels passing by calling to each other.
Yesterday, for the first time ever, we downloaded a weather report about the clouds. It has been so dark here that we wanted to learn whether will it stay dark forever? The report is, no, not always, but the light will not lift for an entire day, just whisps of sunlight passing overhead, perhaps with lessened humidity, enough to, perhaps, dry out the boat. Continue reading “The raven calls”