When i was a child, my grandfather found a crow with a broken wing.
We fed him, put his wing on a cast and took care of him until he was completely healed.
Jaak stayed with us for some months. Eventually he flied away but i'll always remember
how smart that bird was.
Ever since, a crow has been my favorite bird.
Besides being clever, they're beautiful in a dark shady way i love the most.
Considering that -and the fact that i've always been a bit of a wing-freak- it's no wonder i chose
to start "ruining" my right arm with such piece.
"Lasin endale linnu teha, nüüd on nahk raisus."
Ink by the amazing Sorts.
Mait took the pictures.
