I had a crow, my friend, named Poe. One summer, Poe came to my backyard. He sat on my right shoulder, swopped down and tapped my shoulder when the feeder or water was low, and side-stepped on the fence as I gardened. He came whenever I was outside. We developed a bond.
To my horror, one day, he was waiting for me to come out and saw me through the window. He flew head first into the glass.
I ran outside and held him to my heart until his life force left him. To this day, I look for him, but...
