Ravens in Hollywood

Thursdays I don’t go to work until mid-day. Invariably, if I am in my apartment through the morning, ravens will turn up to fill Billy Wilder Square with their charming music and conversation. In this case it is often the same raven - that’s my opinion, of course, and not a professional one, but the calls of this particular bird are just atypical enough in tone and expression to be recognizable. So it was this Thursday, at around both nine and ten.