All day I face the barren wasteWithout the taste of water, cool waterOld Dan and I with throats burned dryAnd souls that cry for water, cool, clear, water.
While hiking the Petrified Forest Park a raven flew down and started scolding me.
It was over a hundred degrees and so I carefully poured my water into a pit in the stone....
He was so happy that he sang me the song of his people....
Dark complected in that heat! Phew, dawgies!
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The pictures are amazing and that video is incredible! You have become the Raven whisperer!
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