A trio of Common Ravens watched from the junipers as we ate our lunch at a picnic area in the Marin Headlands, in view of the Golden Gate Bridge on one side and the Point Bonita Lighthouse on the other. They made two or three flyovers and flew closer as we finished and packed up to return to the car. When I looked over my shoulder, two of the Ravens had landed on our table but not a crumb remained. One flew off as I returned with my camera but this Raven remained, not bothered by my presence and with an anthropomorphic look of disappointment.