posted on Jun, 18 2019 @ 04:43 AM
When I was a kid my neighbor friend up the street found an injured baby raven (I guess that's sort of a crow, right?) on the street by their house.
She took it in their garage and kept it in a dog kennel they had. Over the course of the summer she faithfully took care of it, letting it out
periodically to stretch and see if it wanted to fly. She would let it out for longer and longer each day. It would eventually just go back in the
kennel on it's own.
One day she went out into her garage and the raven was gone. She went outside and it had flown up onto the garage roof. So it had recovered enough
to fly. Then, strangely, after a while it flew down and went back in the kennel which was now just left open. It did this for about a week. Each
day it would venture further and further. It grew into this giant raven, and it stood about 2' tall it seemed. I can remember looking at its huge
shiny beak when it would fly down and hang out with us. It was totally friendly and would even let you pet it. When we were outside it was never far
away. It would fly from tree to tree as we rode our bikes, always keeping us in sight.
We were too young to really know about the symbolic nature of a raven, to us it was just this cool bird. If you looked closely at him his feathers
were actually a really deep purple color, not black like they appear when you see them at a distance. (I say "he", but I don't really know if it was
a he, or a she, we just assumed it was a male) He was really cool too. He would play games with us also. Somewhere he found this large black
button. He'd drop it on the ground near you. If you picked it up and threw it, he'd go find it and bring it back. He could play that game all
day.
He hung around for 5 or 6 years. Each year he got a little more distant until one year he was pretty much gone...or so we thought. A couple years
later my friend's parents were having a garage sale one day when all of a sudden some lady let out a blood curdling scream! She had walked up to
examine the kennel which was for sale and this giant black raven flew down and landed right on that kennel. We didn't know for sure if it was him or
not, but he stood his ground, and my friend and I could walk right up to him. He eventually flew off to a nearby tree.
They didn't sell the kennel, and as far as I knew that bird was watching out over us from the tree tops for as long as we were around.
I'll never forget that.