They came over a rise and there they rested because, across the small aspen rose an escarpment a few hundred meters in height. To keep on schedule, they had to scale the escarpment walls by evening.
Overhead, a black bird was circling, quickly nearing the ground with each successive round, until it finally came to rest in the top of a tree between them and the cliffs of the escarpment.
It cried out in dry sounding quavers and flapped its wings in a silly-looking manner before it dropped itself off the tree and flew over to the cliffs.
"Funny!" voiced Boyce.
"What?!" Lloyd asked him, thinking that maybe he did something worthy of being made fun.
"That's the second raven they we've seen today, and I wasn't aware that they were indigenous to this area."
Lloyd didn't even notice the bird until Boyce pointed-out its presence to him.
"Maybe it's lost?"
Boyce shrugged at Lloyd's suggestion. He watched the bird fly over the scarp ahead and he sighed with envy.
"Too bad we don't have wings to fly over that thing!" Boyce said about the escarpment. "I don't feel up to the climb."