Tuesday, May 2, 2006
Learning To Fly: A Pictorial Narrative
A cacophony of chirps and tweets drew me to the window and what did I find?A baby bird in a sea of green.
Mom and Dad cheered her on and she eventually flew to my porch.
Mom checked on her from a distance.
And so did Dad.
Mom encouraged her to fly by sitting near her and chirping at her.
>Then Dad joined in.
Then they made their way across the yard to a little tree.
Cambridge watched the entire time.
And so did Neville.
And then he imagined how good that baby bird would taste and salivated a little.
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