I went down to the nest site just before it got dark, as I could not stand not knowing what happened to the male raven. I don't know if not knowing is worse than knowing. I guess I have become quite attached to the ravens, maybe because they are such underdogs in this crisis; the male especially is trying his best to protect his mate, against impossible odds, and ravens are not fighters.
I saw no sign of the falcons when I arrived, but after about 5 minutes, I saw the male raven; he moved from one area to another at the top of the Clinical Sciences Building, and his wing looked to be injured; it was not sitting right. He seemed able to fly, at least for a short distance; I don't know if he could manage to go farther or not. He kept his head up, watching the skies the whole time I was there, and then eventually he laid down and rested his head on the corner of the edge of the building, and he was getting soaked in the rain. I don't know if ravens normally stay out in the rain. I hope he was just resting, and not dying.
I keep telling myself there is nothing I can do, and this is nature, and I think we all know that, but it is very hard, especially after watching this brave male all week, knowing he does not have the predator skills of our friends the falcons.