Baby Bird Sitter
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The babies open their yellow beaks and peep to their parents. “Feed me! Feed Me!” The chicks are getting bigger still. They seem crowded in the nest. |
For two days now, Big Boy has been nibbling at his feathers and stretching his wings. Now he’s really flapping them. There he goes, wobbling through the air! He lands with a thud onto the flowerbox on the porch railing. I want to shout, “Way to go!” But I button my lip.
A crow circles overhead. Mama and Papa take flight. Other robins join them. They chase the crow. I shout, “Don’t you dare hurt our babies!”
The crow doesn’t listen. He lands in a nearby tree. I grab the water pistol and shoot at him. The stream of water falls short. I clap my hands. Continued on next page |
Big Boy turns his head this way and that and blinks his eyes.
Mama comes flying in with a cherry in her mouth. Papa watches from the lawn. Big Boy stays for a long time. |