Yesterday when I got home I noticed a black mass on the front walkway. As I got closer I realized it was a crow. Although it was big I could tell from the feathers that it was a baby...and it couldn't fly. This is the second time that I've seen this happen and there is just something so helpless about the situation. Especially considering how many outdoor cats live in our neighborhood. The only good thing the baby has going for him is his mama who is up in the tree and creates quite a racket when you get too close. She'll even swoop down at you.
Apparently if you ask my hubby he's the new pet and I've named him crowbar.