It started with a simple crumb, an accident really. I was eating a sandwich at the park and swiped the crumbs from my lap onto the ground at my feet. A sleek black crow appeared, dipped its beak down for the bounty, and flew away.
“That could be cool,” I thought to myself with a chuckle, thinking about the idea of corvids following me around, protecting me from harm. I laughed it off.
And then another obsidian set of feathers landed beside my shoe, pecking at the breadcrumbs. Another perched beside me and nipped at the sandwich in my hands. Then another on the back of the bench, it’s large glossy eye peering at me curiously.
“I didn’t mean it,” I whispered. “Honest.”