This is a story from my life, and there are no invented facts here. My friend Sergei, like me, lived outside the city in a private house, and we often met with friends there and had a good time. One day, when we came to visit, we saw a little crow. He walked around the yard, was very friendly and even tried to play badminton with us, chasing the shuttlecock. Sergei talked about how this bird appeared. A man came up to the Bird Market and offered to buy a raven chick. Here it is necessary to clarify that it is a crow, and not a gray crow.