Thursday, May 28, 2009

One fine rainy day . . .

Pip, Squeak, and Fluff were sitting cozily in their mothers nest. She had gone to fetch them some food. The three brothers never attempted to wonder what lied beyond their nest. They had all the company they needed as one would preen the other. Spending all their days barely keeping their eyes open.

As you know baby birds must leave the nest eventually. Pip, Squeak, and Fluff's mother knew this too. So on this particularly rainy day their mother returned to them and fed them. "Now my sons," She cooed, "You must leave the nest today."

The three brothers looked at each other, not knowing quite what to say.

"You may visit often but you really must leave the nest." Their mother cooed once again as she pushed them near the edge of the nest.

Pip was the first to ready himself, secretly he had always wished to venture off from his brothers. Squeak looked down wearily, he liked being the center of attention and didn't wish to leave his mothers warm breast. Fluff knew this couldn't be good, he was always stuck with looking after his brothers. He couldn't just leave them be, who knew what trouble they would get into.

Before they could think any longer on the subject their mother nudged them off the nest. Pip was the quickest to fly, Fluff the next and Squeak the last. Trying to learn how to fly on a rainy day turned out to be a herculean task. So the three of them found a near by railing on the porch of my house to nestle on. It was my pleasure to watch these three nestlings enjoying the sturdiness of my families new wood railing. They didn't stay long however after discovering that I was watching them.

Dedicated to my Dad,
Who noticed the three little birds.


  1. aw, poor dearies.. I enjoyed this little short you wrote about them, though. Your writing style is simple and sweet, I like it :)

  2. I hope I can do more of these, they are just so adorable.