Five years ago, a black crow settled in the garden near Anne Edwards’ house.
And one day a woman heard a loud alarming croak from the garden and ran to see what was happening.
She saw a frightened baby raven sitting on the fence, disheveled, and next to him was his disheveled mother.
At the bottom of the fence, a cat straining to jump was watching them.
Anne made a decision instantly: she drove the hunter away.
After that, the woman took the chick in her palms and put it onto a tall tree, from which it fell.
The alarmed mother did not interfere with Anne, as if realizing that the woman wished her well.
Anne gave the bird a name – Mildred.
It took five years of their friendship before the bird was able to repay for help.
One day, Little Edward, Ann’s son, became very ill, and they had to call an ambulance.
Doctors provided first aid, but that was not enough.
The boy had to go to the hospital, and the mother could not go after him.
She was desperately worried, and Mildred seemed to be worried with her.
The woman heard a piercing and insistent croak outside the window.
The crying mother saw Mildred sitting on a bald tree right by her window, fearing neither rain nor wind.
Usually at night the bird went to its favorite tree where it was possible to hide from the weather and prying eyes.
But that day, she knew that her friend needed support.
“We’re both mothers,” Edwards said. “And just as I took care of her chicks, she took care of my family while my son was in the hospital.”
Mildred stayed outside Ann’s window all night, soothing her with her croaks.
She was in the same tree the next night and the night after.
The woman felt her support, and she really felt better.
And on the third day, Edward returned home.
On the same night, Mildred returned “home” – to her thick tree.
But Anne is sure that if she requires support again, the bird will be there.
