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The young crow had fallen from its nest and was fluttering about on the road, in danger
of being crushed by a cart or a tonga, or seized by a cat, when I picked it up and brought
it home. It was in a sorry condition, beak gaping and head dropping, and we did not
expect it to live. But Grandfather and I did our best to bring it round. We fed it by prizing
its beak gently open with a pencil, pushing in a little bread and milk, and then removing
the pencil to allow it to swallow. Wę varied this diet with occasional doses of
Grandmother's home-made plum wine, and as a result, the young crow was soon on the
road to recovery.
He was offered his freedom but he did not take it. Instead he made himself at home in the
house. Grandmother. Aunt Mabel and even some of Grandfather's pets objected: but
there was no way of getting rid of the bird. He took over the administration of the house.
We were not sure that he was male, but we called him Caesar.
Before long. Caesar was joining us at meal times, besides finding his own grubs or
beetles in the garden. He danced about on the dining table and gave us no peace until he
had been given his small bowl of meat and soup and vegetables. He was always restless,
fidgeting about investigating things. He would hop across a table to empty a match-box
of its content, or rip the daily paper to shreds, or overturn a vase of flowers, or tug at the
tail of one of the dogs.
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Q.2. Who were the other members of the author's family living in the same house
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