Brana's story began a week before her appearance.

At the beginning of May, two moose calves were brought to me, in serious condition, and unfortunately one of the two moose calves died in the first Hours. They got frostbite, because the weather these days at night was still too cold to survive the night without mom.

The surviving calf was a female, we named her Diva. And when the Diva was about 7-9 days old, we were walking at the edge of the forest, and our Bran was found there, I brought her home and began to feed her. She grew up very quickly and began to try to fly.

The calf (Diva) is dying... I have not coped with the consequences of hypothermia.

And on the same day, Brana flew up on a walk and the wind carried her high into the sky, seconds later she disappeared from sight.

We searched for her until dark, I rode my bike all around, but there was no result.

The next day, at lunch, I was at home and I heard her voice, she was calling me. When I left the house, she jumped into my arms and we hugged. Since that moment, she has not flown anywhere and is always with me.

I built a cozy aviary for her and regularly let her fly, even if I don't have time to return on time, she always returns to her home for the night.

Before I met her, I didn't even imagine that birds could be so smart and loyal. She is also very jealous and everyone who comes close to me risks being bitten.

I want to warn everyone that keeping such birds is a very troublesome matter, and it's better to think carefully about whether you can devote your whole life to it.