by Jennifer Fontaine Yáahl soared free, high above the world’s last remaining old-growth rainforest, its shrill "caw" echoing past towering, ancient spruce and cedar trees, until he broke through an opening which revealed the island's expansive beaches. There, in the sand, Yáahl, the lonely black raven, spotted a cockle shell from which he heard the faint cries of a young … [Read more...]