My dad had one named Archie when he way young. My favorite picture of him is with that crow about 10-15 yrs before I was born. He and his friend took the two from the wild as babies, and I know that's not right but Archie grew up to fly free and come back as he pleased, always finding him no matter where my dad was in the town almost like the owls in Harry Potter. He was a very smart bird and some of my favorite stories have to do with his antics.Originally Posted by Argranade
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