Deep in Fernwood Forest, where the oak trees grow so tall their tops disappear into the clouds, there lives a crow named Mira. She has shiny black feathers and bright orange eyes — and she loves to sing. The problem? Her singing sounds like a squeaky door in the wind. But Mira does not know this. Not yet.
This is the story of what happens when the truth finally arrives — not cruelly, not gently, but in the most unexpected way. It is a story about listening, about friends who care enough to be honest, and about finding the thing you are truly good at.