Crow Maria

Today we have another anniversary. Three years ago, in the same cold autumn evening, my friend Irina called me. She and her husband Valery are engaged in the rehabilitation of wild birds. "Will you take a crow?" She asked, "We do not have a place to shelter her, she's miserable, stronger birds will kill her." 

Until that day, I never had crows. "The crow was really miserable: a broken wing and beak, plucked feathers and else she was limping. But very soon I realized that most likely our crow was beaten by other crows and beaten not without reason! 

I did not see a more insolent creature! As if the ghostly shadow of a lame dwarf she was sniffing around the yard, stealing food and offending other birds Of all the crows that came to us later, she made friends only with three. We had to isolate all the other crows so that she would not offend them. 

But, anyway, Maria is our first crow, and we love her like any "first-born".