It started around 7 a.m. with a series of caws. Magnus puts a pillow over his face and his ears. Unlike Magnus, I take my pillow and fling it at Reaper. As the pillow knocks him off the foot of our bed, his Caw switches to a squawk.
'Good morning to you too, Master,' he hisses via the mind-link.
'You're a Raven, not a Rooster, Reaper!' I state my case.
Magnus chuckles but stops as Reaper shoots him the death gaze. I grab Magnus' pillow and toss it at Reaper, missing him by a centimetre.
'And stop staring at Magnus in that manner,' I say.
'Fine, I'm hungry for grubs anyway,' he adds before flying out the window.