Hollywood may be a mythical tinseltown to most people, but in reality it’s a place where the ultra-famous live alongside the utterly destitute, with a lot of ordinary working people in between. Lots of residents live off dumpster diving, and ravens are no exception, as my marathon raven expedition on Sunday in Griffith Park was to reveal.
A small brush fire above Fern Dell detoured me to the Vermont Ave. entrance, used for the golf course and Greek Theater, whose summer season has just ended. I had hardly arrived before I spotted ravens, and followed one to a location just outside the theater. I heard raven song as I approached, which I believe was coming from the raven in the dumpster, who emerged with a nice chunk of garlic bread.
Why the singing (the mysterious, xylophone-like sounds) just then?