I was getting ready to have some tea when a conversation outside my door caught my attention. A woman walking her dog was cautioning a teenager wearing heavy gloves and carrying a cardboard box to not do it by herself. If she did it on her own the family could do her serious damage. The woman cautioned that she should get an adult to help her. I had a feeling, so I walked out and asked if there was a problem.

Apparently a crow fledgling had a broken leg and was unable to get up from the ground into the air. A certain death sentence in our neighborhood with so many outdoor cats (including my own, Manitou). When I asked where the crow was, it turned out that he/she had taken refuge in my flowerbed. Of course. And that meant it had to be one of Rogue’s babies. I had a moment of wondering if I should help. I ran the risk of turning my crow family neighbors into mortal enemies if they thought I meant harm to their baby no matter how much I had helped them previously. And then I thought—friends help even when it might not be in their best interests.

After locating the young crow, who had taken refuge out of sight between two shrubs, I figured it was time to add what I knew to the mix, especially since every time we got close to the youngster Mama would start hollering, and Anna was really nervous that the family were going to dive-bomb us.

I closed my eyes and began talking to Mama. I told her her baby was hurt, and it looked like a broken leg. I said, “You know what that means with all the cats around.” She did. I explained that the baby needed help that I could not give. That the young woman would take him to a safe place where he could heal. Then he could come back home to the neighborhood. I said I would send Reiki to him, the situation, and be the liaison on letting them know how he was doing if I got reports. I asked them to trust us. When I opened my eyes Anna said how interesting it was that the crows stopped cawing the moment I started to speak with them.

Our first attempt to capture the baby flushed him out, and he headed for another flowerbed, and scooted underneath the fountain. I ended up being the one to put my hands on him to gently remove him. I felt his trust as he recognized me. Surprisingly, he did not make a sound, until he saw Anna, who of course he did not know. During all of this the crow family were cawing, but they stopped as soon as we went in the house with the youngster. At the exact moment that we entered the house, Manitou appeared at the door. We were just in time with the rescue.

I got a cat carrier (frightening Night Sky who thought it was for him), and we put the youngster in it. I also loaned Anna an umbrella (in case of dives). I let her out the back door in hopes that the cat carrier and umbrella were enough of a disguise.

But it did not appear to be needed. The crow family had dispersed, and all was quiet. It is my hope that it meant that they trusted me to keep my word, that these actions would result in their baby coming back to them safe and sound.

I will definitely be adding them and their baby to my daily prayers. I feel honored that they trust me, and a deep sense of responsibility. Being a member of Rogue’s crow family means they are also my family members.

UPDATE LATER: Anna brought my cat carrier back, and told me that Seattle Animal Control had come by to pick him up. I know they partner with PAWS, so it is likely that he will end up being cared for by them. I have asked her to see what she can do about getting updates so I can share with the parents. She said she would. She also told me that the crows had found her house, so now she has crow friends, too (-:

The photo at top of article was taken in early evening. I offered the remaining three fledglings and parents some popcorn in hopes that fun food might provide some cheer.

Thanks to everyone who has left messages of support. I will share them with Rogue and his family.

TODAY: This morning, when I opened my front door I was greeted by the raucous cawing. One crow fledgling was peering at me from the gutter edge, another was on the roof to my right, and and a third was on the pine tree. They were impatient for their nut breakfast! Rogue and Mama are on the wire. I was glad to see that the rest of the family were accepting of the rescue (and me). I send Reiki to the fledgling daily, but still don’t have an official update from the rescue.

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A WILD WAY TO HEAL
Rose De Dan, Wild Reiki and Shamanic Healing LLC, is an animal communicator, Reiki Master Teacher, shamanic energy healer, and author. Her classes, sessions and ceremonial work are inspired by wild and domestic animals who have issued a call to action for personal and global healing.

Her book Tails of a Healer: Animals, Reiki and Shamanism features heartwarming stories about animals and their role in her evolution as an energy worker and shamanic healer.