Ketchikan Alaska

Polly is a gal who has lived in Ketchikan for the past 5 years and has added a great deal of good to our community. I find her interesting for a number of reasons but the one I'll write about here is her great love and familiarity of the great outdoors as well as her ablitity to "critter talk" as she so aptly puts it.
Polly is more at home in the rugged outdoors of Alaska than she would be in the comforts of her own home. I've heard her talk a lot about talking to the critters, (think Ellie May Clampet) but never witnessed it until recently. We went for a hike at a place where she goes on occasion to run her dog. We met, parked our cars and Polly started looking up in the trees. She started calling, "here Cobble, here Cobble. C'mon Cobble. Where are you Cobble? Where are you pretty bird?" All the while she was looking up and around looking for her bird. It took a couple of minutes but then he came along and lit in the tip top of a tree. There were other ravens around but she knew which one was Cobble and he knew which human below him was Polly. She talked to him all the way on our hike. He would fly low over our heads and land in a tree a few yards ahead of us. She talked to him the whole time. We would walk past him, she would call him and he would fly low over our heads again and land in a tree ahead of us again. This little game went on the whole time we hiked. I couldn't believe it. "Cobble", as she had named him, alternately followed and lead us the whole way up the trail until we came to some thicker woods where Polly warned me that he wouldn't go in there with us but he'd wait until we came back out, which is exactly what he did. When we came back out 30 or 45 minutes later, there he was still waiting for us. He then followed us back to our car and said good bye until next time.
So this is Polly of Ketchikan and a true story of her critter talk. I guess she does this stuff all the time.

Thanks for sharing that. I loved Ketchikan wish I were their now