The beginning of fall brings changes throughout this wooded area.
The leaves are changing colors, and the wind whips around my face just a bit more.
As I stray from the path and walk between the trees, I hear a sound from above.
I look up, and a raven stares back at me.
It flies from the branch and lands on my shoulder.
It doesn’t need to make a sound for me to know that it has what I’m looking for.
It has found my prey.