p5pb11479400“Cawww Cawww. Cawww Cawww,” cry the unkindness of ravens from the roof of the Fireside, just as they had yesterday morning and the morning before that. I roll from bed and reach for coffee, then step toward the patio where I can see the wolf birds flying back and forth across the village stroll. I smile as I sip, and I imagine that their screams are the celebrations of a sincere excitement for the scene that lies before them. I take a moment to absorb everything that surrounds me and I almost scream the same. Read more