A couple of weekends ago, I was lying in bed, having been abruptly woken by the chatter of magpies. At this time of the year, this is a regular occurrence. Sometimes, one of the gang lands on the window ledge and hollers to its friends, filling my sleep-interrupted head with murderous thoughts. On this morning, though, something cut through the magpie jabber, a deep and unmistakable ‘Cronk! Cronk! Cronk!’ What? A raven? I live in Dún Laoghaire, in a built-up …
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