So, I was pickin blueberries about two hours beyond truck by ATV on the side of a large bog on the Sou end a the Allagash Heath.

I had seen about a half dozen Yotes scatter when I arrived. The was a "Red Deer" (big Virginia Whitetail that lives in the bog country whose hair has a distinct darker shade) down. The Yotes were just inside the tress 100m away and yowling and growling and snapping.

That was what brought the three Bald Eagles to investigate. They circled overhead.

About 300m away, a bog raven began to call from atop a lone pine. It was HUGE, even for a bog raven. Just one caw every five seconds or so. Never heard that before or since. Within five minutes, there were about twenty bog ravens along the edge of the woods.

I make the distinction between ravens and "bog ravens" for a reason. Bog ravens are "alpha" ravens. They have the best territory because they are the largest and the smartest.

I ate my fill of the most delicious blueberries imaginable and took off on the bike. When I got inside the woods, I stopped and walked back to the edge.

The Yotes made a dash for the carcass and the eagles descended. It was fierce. The eagles won out, except that the Yotes managed to get a hind quarter (I think, hard to see) and drag it some distance away. Otherwise, the duel may have continued. That's when the bog ravens came in and challenged the eagles.

It was over in no time. Four or five ravens would light and walk toward an eagle and other ravens would attack from the rear. The eagles beat a hasty retreat.

I didn't stay much longer. It was time to get out. I was a long ways back and it was late in the day.

Ravens are cool.