About a week after receiving the baby crow, I traveled to the eastern part of the state for my grandmother’s birthday. Since the crow was a rather high-maintenance baby requiring frequent feedings and clean-ups, he made the trip with me instead of staying home and having someone else care for him. I made the comment to him that he was a very good traveler and that’s how he got his name.
I wasn’t sure that I was supposed to have him in the motel room with me and because he was a rather vocal youngster I frequently had to tell him to be quiet. He was just learning to perch so I’d place him on the back of a chair in front of the television and let him watch Emeril. He seemed to really enjoy the cooking channel.
Life According to the Traveler
No yelling in motel rooms.
