10-22-19 Chihuahua raven circling my head in the desert valley, Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA.

The raven acted confused at first because I was wearing a winter jacket, hood, knit hat, scarf, etc., that muffled my face, so it was trying to see who I was.

After it peered inside my hood, the raven made a series of trilling sounds to me, but I didn't remember what that meant in "raven."

The day before, another Chihuahua raven, one of the chicks that hatched this spring, also flew over my head, making gurgling water sounds and clicks, like the bushmen in "The Gods Must be Crazy" movie.

I couldn't understand the sounds, so I used the imaginary "brain connect" technique the father raven taught me to do this spring.

I sent a return mental message reiterating that I'd love to go, but I couldn't fly.

So the raven flew on over the ravine toward the rendezvous, and I could see two other raven siblings flying in to join him.

They each passed close to my head and made "gurgling water" and clicking sounds to me, before flying off to line up behind the first raven.