The Raven Diaries Part IV
I named the raven fetchling Sammy. I don’t know, maybe it was the influence of watching too much Supernatural: the Series, or that it was just an easy sound for a raven to learn. I began saying his name every time I fed him. Of course I did not know if this bird was a male or female. My thinking was that if I have to call him when he starts flying he may be able to recognize the call.
Now that I think about it, most of my view of Sammy was looking down his throat. A peek in to the raven abyss