Ravens and gulls are the salt and pepper for the Juneau waterfront. Maybe worn out from dealing with the first two jumbo cruise ships of the year that docked here yesterday, members of the raven cabal have draped themselves on the dock rails and the library roof. The gulls bob like newly husked rice on the channel waters. Prevented by the anti-terrorist fencing from giving the ravens comfortable personal space, we walk with a few feet of a small batch. Most keep their wings clamped tight to their bodies but one, with eyes squeezed shut, lets the breeze plays with his purple-black feathers. “Rock on dude.”