"At first, it was only the eyes I could track, deep, watery, and of a midnight hue, darker even than the feathery blanket they peered through. The raven blinked, hopped toward the cold charcoal of last night's fire, and scooped a piece into his beak. There was no tilting of the head as to swallow; after the first unpalatable bit was cast aside, another was scooped and cast in the same fashion, four or five times before I realized what the raven wanted, my oatmeal." Josh Boling Brazed copper 60" x 30" x 23".
