I went back to Iron Mountain’s Film and Sound Archive Services this morning *with* the camera, and was amply rewarded. Ravens in Hollywood live in a rooftop world that is difficult to access without trespass or a cherry picker, but the nest keeps them close to home and pretty visible. Daddy raven likes the telephone poles that are all over his domain. It remains a bit of a mystery what these birds live on, but I have begun to suspect that one of their techniques is stealing from other birds (Hollywood has been thick with seagulls all winter). I’ve only seen a raven on the ground once in the urban zone, and that was a pretty quiet subdivision in Burbank. I’ll have to do the Cheetos test, as well as make more observations of the far less shy birds in the desert towns.