The Raven Brigade…

I call it; Kissing Ravens...

I call it; Kissing Ravens…

This is Ma and Pa Raven. They have a bunch of kids 8 to 10 to be exact. The kids are almost grown and Ma and Pa stay away from the kids. The kids have become what I call the Raven Brigade…

This morning while Boza and I walked we were feeling kinda down in the dumps. We dropped Sveta off at the train station and off she left us to our bachelorhood again. Two guys left to their own devices and no one to keep an eye on them and corral them from the trouble they will get into… 🙂

Well as we walked and thought to ourselves how terrible life was; along came the Raven Brigade…

Ma and Pa sat in there special tree and kissed and hugged as they seem to do best now and out over the pine forest comes the children. There is a leader of the pack and it barks orders; as it makes sharp caw noises, the rest turn in unison and he leads them in a back and forth pattern all over the fields…

Then after a few minutes of watching the Raven Brigade; Boza and I looked at each other and smiled. Or I smiled and Boza just looked. It was right then that we realized that everything was okay and life was fantastic; for who in the world could be down in the dumps, when the Raven Brigade is training in your fields, the sun is shining and life is sweet?

cup of steaming coffeeIt would be sweeter with our Sveta, but it is pretty damn good and Boza and I have tons of stuff to do…

So lets get going…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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