A lesson from the crows
Crows have always held deep symbolism for me. As a child, my mother had an entire murder that she fed, much to the dismay of our neighbors. They were loud, descended on the yard like a cloud of black smoke and unapologetically took up space. We lived in the city and the crows knew that there was always a constant food source at our house so they made our place a routine hang out. I learned a lot from watching them. Years later, living in a different house, my mother found a baby crow that had fallen out of a tree and was abandoned. She nursed it back to health and cared for it until it was strong enough to fly away on its own, but it still came to visit us every now and then. That crow taught me about perseverance.