Birds of a Feather

OK, I won't keep my readers in suspense any longer. The unnamed creature that we tried to capture on camera was a baby raven, nicknamed "Buster" by the folks in B.'s office. Apparently he sat on the window ledge for a week, calling to his parents and being fed. Then, one day he was gone . . . fly, little bird, fly.

I found these two birdish items this week: the egg (or half an egg, really), perhaps belonged to a dove? I'm not too sure . . . it seems small for a bird the size of a dove, doesn't it? And that glorious feather belongs to a hawk. I think they molt this time of year. At last, a real "foziewisp" post!