264 Crows 
Wing” that during a severe storm his nest was so 
badly shaken that one of the young crows fell to the 
ground and was found next morning nearly dead. 
A farmer lad carried the unfortunate bird home in 
his hat. It was the work of but a few moments to 
find a small box, into which the boy put the bird, 
wrapping about its body soft cloth and then placing 
the box near the fire, just as he had seen his mother 
bring to life half-drowned chickens. In an hour the 
crow seemed quite lively, and needed to be fed. After 
several attempts to take some bread softened with 
milk, the bird finally succeeded in swallowing a 
little, and in a few days one would have thought that 
he had always been accustomed to hand feeding, so 
readily did he take to it. 
The friendship between the boy and the crow grew 
day by day, but the elder members of the family 
looked upon the young bird with little favor, doubt- 
less remembering the corn pulling habits of crows. 
The box in the kitchen soon proved too small for 
the growing bird, and the constant sight of the crow 
provoked the old farmer, and so the boy constructed 
for his pet a more comfortable box in the woodhouse, 
With good care and plenty of food Jim grew rapidly, 
and in a few weeks he would follow his young master 
about the farm. ‘The crow took an intense interest 
