When I was a kid, my siblings and I found a baby crow that had fallen from a nest. He had a broken leg and the tree was so tall we had no way of getting him back to the nest. So we took him home. Our mom taught us how to feed him, and we taught him how to fly. We worked on it every day until his wings got stronger, and one day he flew away. This is him, amongst the camelias we had in our front yard. 8x10" wood look hoop.