Late in the summer I was hiking in the Åland Islands (archipelago between Finland and Sweden), and the following happened. I was sitting at the park, waiting for a bus to leave to the northern parts of the island. Near to me there was this thing. I guess it's some kind of modern piece of art consisting of crossing metal rods. Soon enough I noticed, that a jackdaw was stuck from his neck to the part where the rods cross. I thought he was dead - whatever, there's plenty of them around. I sat some more. Jackdaw seemed to be still alive! I guess I thought that it's not the birds fault that some artist had built such a metal monstrosity to the middle of the jackdaws home territory. I helped the poor bird out of its snare and put in on the grass where I left it to recover. From that moment on the trip was a strange one. After I left the park the same jackdaw followed me in close vicinity, didn't come to the bus though. Stepping out of the bus, there was a jackdaw waiting near. I don't think it was the same bird. I laid on my back by the gate of the church soaking up the sun. A jackdaw by my side. Now I left to the forest side and thought that this jackdaw episode should be over now. True enough, I saw no more jackdaws. Can't say the same about other birds though. On "Getaberget" near the top of the hill, there was ospreys home tree. The bird rose to the air while I passed her tree. It spiralled low in the air and screeched at me. The bird gently escorted me for about 2 kilometers before returning to her home. Immediately afterwards an eagle took the role of the escorter. Flying ahead of me, he flew a few times from one tree to another, until he heavily flew to the sea. At that moment I yelled to all the birds of Åland, both in Finnish and Swedish, that I like the presence of birds, but you don't owe me anything for saving the life of one jackdaw.