As I have alluded to before, I have a special connection to Grandfather Raven. My wife says there seems to be one in my general area most of the time as well. The coincidence is striking. About a month ago, we were in the backyard. She was playing with the kids, and mentioned something about "the darned Ravens" and the weirdness that seems to follow them with me. As she said this, a very large Raven swooped down and let loose a birdy turd on her head. It was quite funny, and very synchronistic. Does it mean anything? You decide.