01/21/2026
I never thought a wild crow would make himself this comfortable in my living room, but here we are. It all began with him visiting the porch, then the windowsill, then the back of the garden chair… each time sitting a little closer, lingering a little longer, until one day he simply followed me inside like he had been doing it his whole life.
I tried shooing him out at first, thinking he’d panic or try to fly around the room, but he didn’t. He just perched calmly on the couch, watching me like he was waiting for me to sit down too. So I did. And that was apparently all the permission he needed, because from that moment on, he treated my house as his second home.
Now, whenever I settle into my spot on the sofa, he hops up beside me like he’s claiming his seat. He watches the room with that sharp, thoughtful look crows have like he’s analyzing the furniture arrangement or judging my taste in TV shows. Sometimes he nudges my arm gently, as if reminding me he’s there. Sometimes he just sits in complete silence, content with the closeness.
He could be anywhere outside, flying with other crows, exploring rooftops, scavenging or calling from the trees. But for reasons only he understands, he keeps choosing this quiet place beside me, the soft hum of the house, and the safety of a warm couch.
And honestly, the longer he stays, the more it feels like he isn’t just visiting anymore. He’s keeping me company. He’s keeping watch. He’s choosing to be here.
And somehow, that small, unexpected loyalty means more to me than I can ever explain.