It was a chilly spring morning when she arrived. The murder that usually frequented the courtyard had not been seen for days. When they returned there was a new member. A squawking ,muleing fledgling. Scraggy looking, still sporting a few grey feathers sticking out at odd angles and most noticeably missing a foot. This was One Foot. As time went on she grew into a beautiful bird with glistening black feathers and a curious nature. The most adventurous of the lot, it is she that comes to the door and calls for food. It is she that plays catch with the peanuts I throw her way and it is she that looks me in the eye when I speak to her. She is not tame or trained or a pet, she is my friend.