One day after a rather severe thunder storm I came across a crow that had been beaten up by it and was too weak to fly. I also noticed a cat coming in for an easy meal. So I captured the crow and housed them in our pigeon coup. Now I know what pigeons eat, but had no clue as to what a crow might like. Being the internet wasn’t invented yet; I waited to go to school the next day and looked it up in an actual book (how quint). One of the things I noted was they liked eggs. So when my parents weren’t looking I acquired a couple from the fridge and feed them to the crow. Why might this be important? The crow ate them; eggs shell and all and it just astonished me. It had never occurred to me that anything would eat egg shells, ok I was naive.

A couple of days later I released the crow and my stint in wild life rehab was over. When I was releasing the crow it grabbed one of my fingers and didn’t seem too interested in letting go until it realized it was free.