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pigeon saw her there, he would fly down, and 
alight beside her. Then he would press up 
close to her, and rub against her fur, as if glad 
to see her, and the cat seemed to enjoy it as 
much as the bird. 
Often a bird who is tamed loves his human 
friends. A man had a crow who was very fond 
of him. He had reared the bird from the nest 
and never shut him up, but let him fly about 
wherever he chose. 
One day he was out in a sudden rain, and his 
feathers got wet, so that he could not fly well. 
Then a boy caught him, and carried him seven 
miles away. He clipped one wing, so that the 
crow could not fly, and kept him shut in the 
house all winter. In the spring, the first time he 
could get out, the bird started for his old home. 
He could not fly, but he walked the seven 
miles, through mud and wet, and came home so 
tired that he was almost dead. When his mas- 
ter saw him coming he went to meet him, took 
him up and petted him, and talked to him. 
The poor fellow was so happy it seemed as if 
he could not live. But he was taken care of, 
and got well, and lived many years. But never 
after that would he leave the place, though 
when his new feathers came in he could fly as 
well as ever. 
