Baby Bird Sitter
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The crow flies off.
Lazy Boy flies up to a tree. He puffs out his chest and begins to chirp. Not the baby, “Peep, peep.” It is a real robin’s chirp. Papa answers him from the lookout tree. Mama flies in to feed him. |
As I lie in my bed, I think about Lazy Boy. It’s his first night out of the nest. Will there be a cat who wants to eat him? |
A couple of weeks later, I see three young birds in the lawn. They have red breasts and sleek feathers. They look a lot different from my babies. But I like to think they are Big Boy, Lazy Boy, and Sweetie Pie. I think about next spring. Maybe I’ll spy a robin building her nest. I’ll tell her I’ll be glad to help out. I’ll tell her I’m an experienced baby bird sitter. The End |