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Even as I was leaving for Honolulu in the deepest dark last winter, there were those who asked if I was sure, really sure, that I could leave Alaska. I went to lunch with Sherry Simpson, the writer; as we walked out behind Humpy's, we saw a physicist raven on a low roof, dropping pieces of ice onto a car hood and then checking the effect. How can you leave that? Sherry said.

The other week I was in the Fred Meyer parking lot off Northern Lights. I had groceries to buy, but I just sat in my car for the longest time, watching a raven waddle and dodge cars and try to slither under a truck to retrieve some promising trash. Finally, this explorer raven walked around in front of my car and for an instant stared right at me, and I was riveted. It's nice to be home.