Ours being a traditional Alsacien farmhouse the loft was designed for storing grain, with free entry and exit for the wind at each end. Since we moved in we've blocked off as many of these as we can, but there's still the odd hole; so when I heard a corvid crake-crake-crake-crake yesterday evening my immediate thought was "Bloody hell, there's a raven in the loft!" The noise was repeated a couple of minutes later, but since it was after dark I didn't feel like opening the loft door and getting a large panicky bird in the face. I let it be.
Fast forward, and today the thing had slipped my mind until an hour ago, when crake-crake-crake-crake rang out again. "Have to deal with that now," sez I to MrsT. "What?" sez she. "The bird upstairs, I just heard it again." "Oh," sez she. "That's my new ring tone for SMSes".
She leaves her phone on her desk when she goes downstairs in the evening, and for some Fruity reason it creaks twice for every new message.
Pfuck.
Better than a faceful of raven, though.