I can"t tell you how happy it makes me to hear that not all people hate crows. I have had the pleasure of knowing the most amazing friend. His name is Jeremy and he is an 11 yr old crow who I found as a fresh hatchling sitting on a curb. He had fallen from his nest high up in an oak tree. He was all legs and beak . His eyes were still closed. He could neither stand nor walk. His family members were understandably frantic at his vulnrability. I literly had crows in my hair and on my back as I gathered him up and ran back to my house looking like a scene out of hitchcocks "the birds" movie .Jeremys family members continue to scold me to this day when ever they see me. I made a bed for Jeremy inside of a large yellow dog food dish using a torn up pink flannel sheet for bedding. I put a heating pad under the dish on low. He seemed as happy as can be. I fed him stage one baby food every hour or so during the daytime for the first few weeks . I also carried Jeremy around with me everywhere that I went , wraped in a small section of pink flannel sheet ( he looked like an old ugly pesent woman). We also went out into the garden daily and "walked around". You see jeremy would pitch a fit if he didnt have contact with me at all times...he actually pitched such a fit that he fainted. So my 5' 9" frame was bent over to the ground so Jeremy could hold onto my finger while he waddled around.He also had to have a piece of that pink flannel sheet draped over his little shoulders for security too.Are you picturing this? Later when he got older he was satisfied just holding onto my shoe lace.I also set up a "bird bath" for him on warm days and he would " spaz" after the bath in the sun...I think its a way of quickly raising body tempreture or drying enough to inable flight.He scared me to death the first time that he did this. He also began to talk, saying " ouch" , "what" , "kittie kittie", "no", "Uh-Oh", "AAAAAHHHHH" and much more.He loves to be scratched and aaawwwwed over. He makes sky scraper bug lockers out of his old cat food cans by placing a bug or treasure inside an old can, placing another can ontop of that to seal it and so on, and when hes done he places a small rock inside the top can to lock it in place.He has all kinds of uses for the cans ..he also loved to walk around with an empty can on his head and listen to his voice echo inside...or he would stand with his head bent down inside the can and talk to himself.He loved cherry tomatoes,goldfish crackers and boiled eggs. he built a nest for me every spring. He amazed me every day....such a gift.....Jeremy became very ill this morning...We fear for the worst. It seems he is passing.My heart is breaking.I can't imagin not having him in my life. So please ..anyone who read this and was touched..remember his name was Jeremy...and he was loved deeply. I need to go and be with him...it only seems right that I was the first face he saw when he was born..and I should be the last he sees when he passes.....
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