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 



