@BitchinRob@weird.autos once I tried telling N that the ravens were okay actually, and we could make friends. I had a bagel handy so I tore it up and threw it down the hill. A raven flew down, picked up the piece of bagel, flew back up on the fence, stared me straight in the eye, and dropped it on the ground. I didn't go searching for meat, but I got the message.