Our Little Friend

Our Little Friend It was late fall. We were eating dinner. Suddenly, we heard a loud BANG! A little bird flew right into the window, then fell to the ground.

We ran outside and saw that it was a baby crow. It was alive but one wing was not moving. It could not fly. My dad picked up the bird. We put it in a box for the night. That one night turned into many nights. We named the bird Max. Max became very friendly to us. He took food from our hands. After a few weeks, his wing healed. Then one day, he flew away. Now, every time I see a crow, I wonder, " Is that Max?" Maybe he will come back for a visit one day.