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?

The next morning, I hurry outside. I look and look in Lazy Boy’s tree.


I see a spot of pale orange among the green leaves!  

"Good job, Lazy Boy,” I say. “ I don’t think you need me any more. But I’d sure like it if you’d stick around a while.”

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.


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