It was a strange visit.
He just walked in from the open door from the balcony, head cocked, and tottered on his two clawed feet right up to the centre of the room, and hopped on to the low table there, while we watched mouth agape.
Our helper felt that the crow should not sit there, and switched on the light to shoo him away. He got irritated and flew up to the wall. He really could not fly properly; he seemed very young and his feathers were rather bedraggled.
He took a look at the Ravi Varma print on the wall and cawed indignantly (was he unhappy because we don’t have an original?) and flew on to the fan, flapping his wings, and then flew out, encouraged by my mother. She said if we did not shoosh him out, a whole lot of crows would come in looking for their lost member.
I rather like these young creatures (it was the squirrel last month) checking out our rooms!
