Effie’s garden outings almost always include a dirt bath. I’m not sure why, but it’s likely a way of scratching her back effectively–and of ensuring that she’ll receive a comb-out when we go back indoors.
Today, while Effie lolled back in the wonderful dirt and grass, a very large raven flew overhead. He seemed to dip a bit directly over us, and Effie, missing nothing, dove under the step ladder next to my chair. I was in Europa mode per Arthur C. Clarke: “Attempt no landings here!” I was wishing we kept a three-foot-long two-by-four in the yard, for those just-in-case moments. But the raven cruised on, thoroughly unmissed.