Alexandra
It’s him!
The bird taps once again on the window and I spring to my feet.
“Opal!” I gasp and open the window widely. He comes in, walking on the ground and not flying as he did last time. The raven looks at me as if to say “hi”. Lave was right when he said he was a weird bird, but somehow seeing him now I feel like I missed him.
“Hey, little guy,” I tell him and he comes to me. I squat and the bird stands before me. Then I outstretch my hand and run my fingertip over his beak.
Opal ruffles his feathers and I continue petting him.
“You like this, right?” As an answer, Opal pecks my finger gently and bows his head urging me to continue.
“We used to have birds when I was little.” I say, “But there were some who absolutely hated being touched. I have a scar from that time
