This raven interrupted my lunch. [I think it's a raven; I actually don't know.] Luckily, it didn't fly into my face or steal my salad. But its presence was enough to throw me off. I don't like being stared at when I eat, even if its by aviary creatures. The stupid raven just felt sinister, as if it flew out of a Poe poem and was lost in sunny San Antonio. It's hard to tell from the photograph, but it had a blue sheen to its black feathers. I don't like the raven.
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