Ravens in Hollywood

Before leaving Griffith Park on Thanksgiving morning, I couldn’t resist stopping by the dumpster outside the Greek Theater to see if the ravens’ source of free gourmet food had dried up. It sure had. That big bin was totally empty. But no sooner than I’d turned back to the car, than I heard a familiar clok-tok-tok. I turned back - they were just inside the fence of the now-dormant ampitheater. As I approached they began to cry in alarm, and took off for the nearest boughs, keeping an eye on me. Keeping up the alarm calls, they slowly left the area, heading off over the golf course towards the southeast. I shouldn’t be astonished by now that two random trips to the same place in Griffith Park turn up ravens, but that has to say something about the population density there. I just wish I knew what.