82 â&#x20AC;˘ TELLURIDE FACES
THE ENCOUNTER Conversation with a raven
By Craig Childs
t landed in our gear on the San Juan River, a raven poking among morning dry bags and chairs left out from the night before. With a jaunty wobble, it moved from beach sand to dry box to driftwood. Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s the same raven at this camp every year, a small marking of white at the shoulder on both its wings. They live for 18 years or so. It could have been here a while.