This is a great job. When I was a chick my mother said my boy you are destined to follow in the claws of those males in our family before you. You will grace the lawns, standing sentinel over the precious grasses where no human is to ever step. So my fate was sealed at a young age. The pays ok and I have over the years moved up the ranks. You notice my rings, the ones around my ankles. Red symbolises Raven First Class. Better than the prissy pink ones the recruits have to wear. I hated that year, constant abuse and ridicule over the pink. But it did toughen me up.
Then there’s the green the second years wear, that’s not too bad, but every one has an ambition to achieve the gold bands of course.
The gold is the top of the pecking order. We all aspire to reach the gold. My dad was a gold, my brother Errol is a turquoise. One step below gold.
This job is a proud tradition in our family.
Sorry have to be off there’s a kid over there about to drop his ice cream on the sacred grass. CAW! CAW!