A black crow arrived in the backyard near Anne Edwards’ house five years ago. And one day, a woman heard a loud scary croak from the garden and dashed outside to investigate.
She noticed a scared baby raven resting on the fence, untidy, and his disheveled mother next to him. A cat trying to leap stood at the bottom of the fence, observing them. Anne made a snap decision: she would chase the hunter away.
The woman then grabbed the chick in her palms and tossed it into a tall tree, where it died.
Anne’s concerned mother did not intervene, as though she understood that the woman wished her well. Mildred was the name Anne gave to the bird. After five years of companionship, the bird was finally able to reciprocate the favor. Ann’s kid, Little Edward, became quite unwell one day, and they had to call an ambulance.
First assistance was offered by doctors, but it was insufficient.
The youngster needed to go to the hospital, and his mother was unable to accompany him. Mildred appeared to be concerned about her as well. Outside the window, the woman heard a piercing and relentless croak. Mildred was seated on a bare tree immediately outside her window, unconcerned about rain or wind. During the night, the bird would go to its favorite tree to shelter from the weather and inquisitive eyes.
But she knew that day that her friend needed her help.
Edwards stated, “We’re both mothers.” “And she took care of my family when my kid was in the hospital, just as I took care of her chickens.” Mildred spent the entire night outside Ann’s window, calming her with her croaks. The next night, and the night after that, she was in the same tree.
The woman appreciated her help and felt much better.
Edward came home on the third day. Mildred came “home” — to her thick tree – on the same night.
Anne is confident, though, that if she needs assistance again, the bird will be there.
