How it all began...

When I was very young, I fell out of my nest, at the top of a very tall tree, down by the sea, on Gabriola Island.
On my way down, a twig stabbed me in the chest. It was a big hole, and it hurt.
I hit the ground with a thump, which made a man come to see what had happened.
He told me he was a lawyer, and that meant he didn't know what to do with me. Lawyers are people that never know what to do with crows.
But he picked me up anyway and started trying to look after me.
His wife was scared of me, and I was a bit scared of her.
They fed me things that crows should never eat, but they were doing their best for me.
I would certainly have died if there had been no lawyer around to see me fall.
But being a lawyer, the man had no time to look after me. He was always busy.
He mentioned this to two of his clients. A man and a woman.
He told them about me because he knew they had looked after foxes, once upon a time.
They said they liked crows a lot, and so he gave me to them.
They took me for a long ride in a car, and when we got out, put me in a washing-up bowl, and fed me things that crows like to eat. They gave me lots of attention, and made me comfortable.
That is how my life began...