On a bleak March morning nearly 10yrs ago a crow was perched on our recycling bin. It was a brutal winter. The crow was in bad shape & I gave him left over chicken.
So began our friendship. He adopted my family & we adopted his. He lived at the top of the pine tree outback. He would follow us when we rode our bikes & at night fly down for dinner.
I’m not sure if everyone knows this but Crows hate hawks. Pappa (as we started to call the crow) along with his family defended the pine tree with passion. About a week ago I was working in the garden & Pappa hopped up to me. His wing was broken - I could see blood/bone
Instantly I knew a Hawk got him. He’d still eat & walk around but he needed help.
I called Animal Welfare - they came & promised to take him to nature rehab. Instead they euthanized him - I never got to tell him goodbye.
His family is looking for him. They won’t be able to have a Crow Funeral.