Deputy Ray Hollis came to our house the next afternoon.
He stood on my front porch in his uniform with his hat in his hands and a stuffed animal under his arm. It was a little gray kitten. He’d found it at the gift shop at the Boise Towne Square mall on his way over.
“For the young lady,” he said, a little embarrassed. “Since the real one ran off.”
They’d found the real kitten, by the way. A volunteer pulled it out of the other end of the culvert the next morning. It belonged to a family two streets over. It was fine.
Birdie took the stuffed kitten and hugged Deputy Hollis around the knees. He patted her head like he wasn’t sure how.
Then he looked at me.
“Mrs. Whitaker. I owe you an apology. When you told me that bird knew where she was, I thought you were losing your mind. I thought it was grief talking.”
“I would’ve thought the same thing,” I said.
“Twenty-two years on the job,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve worked a lot of missing kid cases. I’ve never seen anything like that. That bird found her when our dogs couldn’t. When our helicopter couldn’t. When fifty people couldn’t.”
He looked out at my backyard. Edgar was sitting on the top of the cottonwood tree, preening his feathers like nothing had happened.
“I wrote it in my report,” Hollis said. “Exactly how it happened. My sergeant’s going to think I’ve lost it.”
The local news ran the story that night. KTVB Channel 7 sent a reporter and a camera crew to our house. They filmed Edgar on the back railing. They filmed Birdie holding up her treasure jar. They interviewed Arlen Pike, who blushed and kept saying he didn’t do anything special.
Two days later, a national morning show called. They flew out a producer from New York. The segment aired on a Tuesday. By Wednesday, my phone had over four hundred messages on it from people all over the country.
Then a woman called me from the University of Idaho. Dr. Lena Ruiz. She studies bird behavior. She’d spent fifteen years researching crows.
“Mrs. Whitaker, I hope you don’t mind me calling. I saw your story, and I just had to talk to you.”
She told me that crows are among the smartest animals on the planet. She said they can recognize individual human faces and remember them for years. They remember people who are cruel to them. And they remember people who are kind.
“There’s research showing crows teach each other which humans are safe,” she said. “They pass it down to their young. They hold grudges, and they hold gratitude. What your crow did, bringing an object he knew belonged to your daughter to someone he knew would understand it, that’s remarkable. But I’m not sure it’s surprising.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your daughter fed him when he was hurt. She talked to him every day. She left him food when he couldn’t find his own.” Dr. Ruiz paused. “Your crow knew your daughter, Mrs. Whitaker. And he knew you.”
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