There is a crow on our street with a missing wing. It was hit by a car and its wing was torn off. It has been in the neighborhood for about four months unable to fly. Animal control cannot catch it. While it seems to be doing okay on its own I do offer a helping hand. 

Twice a day I look for it and we do the same dance. I go down with bits of crow-healthy food, deposit them on the ground. It runs away then returns to gobble up what I have left. 

I feel blessed to have established a relationship with my new crow friend. It is life as I am life. I respect and honor its right to live. I think it appreciates me too.