When we stopped at one of the pullouts in Yellowstone National Park the other day, a Common Raven was there, perched on a fence railing, and obviously used to people. It was more than likely waiting for a handout or for an open snowcoach window or an unsecured backpack on a sled where it could find something to eat. When it realized I was only going to photograph it and not offer a treat, it flew off. The snowcoach and I are reflected in the Raven’s eye.