28/12/2025
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The first time I saw him, he was standing in the middle of my garden, soaked from the cold wind and wrapped up in a silence that didn’t feel normal for a young crow. He wasn’t injured… just exhausted, confused, and clearly looking for somewhere safe to rest. When he tried to hop toward me and nearly tipped over, my heart knew what to do before I even thought about it.
I brought him inside and tucked him into this old quilt, the same one I used for my children when they were small. He relaxed instantly, as if the warmth and softness reminded him of something comforting. For the rest of the day he stayed bundled on my lap, blinking up at me with those shy, trusting eyes.
Over the next few days, the quilt became his little world. Whenever he felt unsure, he crawled right back into it and peeked out like this. I’d sit beside him, whispering gently, letting him hear my voice while he gathered the strength he needed. He grew braver, steadier, and soon he began following me from room to room, always dragging a corner of the quilt with him like a child carrying a favorite blanket.
Even after he was strong enough to return to the outside world, he kept choosing my company. He’d fly outside for a bit, then come straight back, tapping at the window until I let him in. And without fail, he’d go straight to the quilt, curl up, and look at me as if saying, “This is home too.”
Now he sits with me every morning just like this snug, calm, and full of that quiet bond we built together. I never expected a crow to become part of my home, but here we are… sharing warmth, sharing trust, sharing a kind of companionship that feels almost magical.
Thank you for letting me share his story. Some connections begin in the smallest moments, but they stay with us forever.
