Part 9 of the Spooky black birds of SoHo series, for my #AnimalMOOC Field Note – expedition to urban West Hobart
There cannot be ravens here.
I say this because of this tree:
It is a persimmon, larger than, but not dissimilar to the one growing next door in my neighbours yard, which the local corvids were observed to strip. It is un-netted, and covered in a glorious array of sunburst coloured fruit.
I’ve never seen a raven in the centre of town, except perhaps flying overhead. Town central is more the domain of weedy birds, like the introduced sparrows, starlings, and blackbirds.
Ravens like hanging around human landscapes, eating the treats we have thoughtfully provided for them, but apparently, not in the middle of our small city. Is this a function of the distance to the nearest forest perhaps? Or do the potential costs of negative interactions with humans potentially outweigh the benefits of this extra food bounty.