On a rainy autumn evening, I was heading home after a long, hard day at work. Suddenly, I heard a strange, piercing cry.
I stopped and listened. The voice came from the bushes near the playground. Sneaking closer, I saw… a crow was soaking wet, its whole body trembling. Without hesitation, I took off my coat, gently wrapped the bird in it, and brought it home.
At home, I quickly improvised a small “hospital” for him: I laid out a soft cloth, gave him a bit of water, and looked for some meat. Arahx – as I later named him – ate poorly, but he tried.
Two days later, I took him to the vet. It turned out that Arahx’s wing was broken, but there was a chance of recovery.
Arahx quickly came to love me. Over time, he flew around the room, and later took over the balcony. I could see how much he wanted to be free, but every time I opened the window, he came back.
Then, one morning, I woke up and found him gone from his cage. At first, I thought it was just a farewell. But the next morning, I saw something shining on the windowsill, it’s a golden bracelet. I thought it must be a joke or just a coincidence. But then I remembered: that was exactly where Arahx used to sit before he disappeared.
And yet, Arahx kept coming back. And each time, he brought something valuable: earrings, a chain, a ring. Some were simple, but others were clearly expensive.
I tried to find a logical explanation. Maybe Arahx lived in a richer neighborhood and simply found these things? Or perhaps someone had dropped them, and he just picked them up by mistake? But deep down, I increasingly felt that something deeper was happening.
Could Arahx have been such a messenger? Or did he simply want to thank me for saving him?
Later on, I came across an article suggesting that crows are indeed capable of human-like emotions, including expressing gratitude. Scientists confirm that these birds can bring “gifts” to people they see as friends.
A few months later, I decided to make a video. I filmed Arahx arriving, placing his mysterious treasures, and I told our story from the beginning. I didn’t think it would move anyone, but the reaction was overwhelming.
Over time, my channel gained thousands of followers. I started creating mini documentary series. Ornithologists analyzed Arahx’s behavior, and psychologists dissected why people were so deeply affected by the story.
But what brought me the most joy was that Arahx kept coming back.
He became a part of me. My talisman. My friend.
Arahx still appears at my window today. Sometimes he brings something shiny, other times he just greets me with a caw and then vanishes into the sky. I don’t know how long our story will last, but every time I see his silhouette in the sunset, I feel grateful.
This encounter taught me one thing: even on the most ordinary days, miracles can happen. That care and compassion always return—sooner or later—even if in unexpected forms. And sometimes, all it takes is one step toward someone who needs you—and your life will change.