A quick clarification, yesterday's entry was written by Dave, not Barb.  We are sharing this blog, so sometimes you will get the witty Barb and other times the plodding Dave.  I've got to go to bed, it's after 9:00pm and morning is coming.  By the way, thanks for the positive no rain thoughts.  The hay got into the barn without getting soaked. 

            Just last night, our new exchange student from Croatia told me how he wanted to keep a raven – as a pet – once he got his own place someday.  Just a few hours before, I had read Paul Laurence Dunbar’s “Sympathy,” the poem that gave Maya Angelou the title for her autobiography: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.  (http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/Paul-Laurence-Dunbar/15528)  Our exchange student loves ravens and loves Edgar Allen Poe.  I love ravens, too, and can understand Poe’s appeal.  Hoping our shared appreciations would give me passage into his belief structure, I ventured a question, “Do you think this kind of bird would be happy in a cage?”  “Oh, I would let it out three times a day,” he replied.