Feeding young American Crow
A storm pitched an entire nest of young crows to the ground at the studio. I had to raise them with crickets and worms. You had to shove the food down their throats. I kept them in an upstairs room at the studio with the windows open so their parents could come and go. These days, I would just put them in bushes and let the adults handle it.
They were very gregarious and preferred company to solitude. When I was at the studio they would all walk down to where I was working and sit next to me preening and cleaning their feathers.
I think of my fellow natives of the Blackfork watershed as my neighbors. In this case they literally were.