There's a very tall tree outside the office window, towering at least a floor higher than the three story building next to it. Ten feet from the top lies the Raven branch.

The tree is full of branches and nooks. Chickadee, Junco, Woodpecker, Cardinal, Wax Wing, Robin, and more can be found hoping among the branches over the year. There are a few bird and squirrel nests along with a chewed off corner of trunk near the ground: a beaver's taste test.

But there's only one branch where the Ravens roost and they do so once or twice a day. Be it a lone Raven worrying over a well picked chicken bone, or a handful arguing and preening for each other, this is the place they rest.

Perhaps it has the right geometry for comfortable foot placement? A gentle, horizontal surface? The lack of branches fore and aft along with lofty height certainly provide a commanding view of the neighborhood. Or maybe it is a social thing. Once one Raven landed and claimed the perch all of the others felt compelled to follow?

If you were a Raven for a day would you join them?