Edgar Allen Poe

Last Sunday, just as my family was leaving for church, I noticed a crow sitting in our yard.  I walked towards it, but it didn’t fly away, it just ran.  We noticed that his wing was injured and hanging limp.  He was definitely hurt.

When we returned from church the crow (which was now named Edgar Allen Poe, or Poe the Crow) was still there.  He was puffed up from the cold (he looked quite adorable).  We decided that we would do something to try help him, and we brought over my Grandma, who is quite good with birds.

We managed to get a towel over him and Dad picked him up, after which he was relatively calm (we could pet him).  Grandma checked out his wing and we couldn’t see anything broken, so we assumed it was sprained or badly bruised.  We placed him in a box (covered) while we built a temporary shelter.

Using chicken wire and wooden posts, we made him a shelter complete with a tilted wooden crate, water bucket, and a small tree branch good for climbing.  We released him into the shelter where he promptly hid under the crate.

My family and I will continue feeding and caring for him until his wing has healed enough for flight, and then we will release him.  Already he is showing improvement and is able to flap/jump a couple feet.  I hope Poe continues to get better until he is good as new!