Nadezhda Nikolaeva
Tale of wintering and migratory birds

Tale of wintering and migratory birds

Forest doctor - woodpecker said: “I have a strong beak and a long tongue - I’ll pull out the destroyers of bark beetles from anywhere. Without my supervision, trees cannot be neither in winter nor in summer.

Owl said: “I can’t fly to warmer climes either. There are a lot of mice divorced in the summer, and if they are not destroyed in the winter, then in the summer they will eat all the mushrooms and berries.

Pigeon said: “I want to stay because I'm used to people. It's warm on the roofs of the houses and there are my nests. I don't want to leave my house."

sparrow thought: “Chick-chirp, jump-jump. We sparrows are nimble, fast. People hang feeders in winter to feed us and others birds. I don't think we will be hungry.

These the birds have become hibernating.

Rest birds - heron, a swan, a seagull, a crane, a duck flew away because the water in rivers and lakes freezes in winter, and they are waterfowl.

Starlings, swallows, cuckoo and others birds who ate insects also flew away to warmer climes and became migratory.

One rook thought for a long time, and when the snow covered the fallen grains in the fields, he also decided to fly away, but promised to return first.

Since then it has been like this: alone birds flew away to warm lands where the water does not freeze and there are a lot of fish and insects. Some birds stay and feed themselves in the winter. And many birds remained in the care of people to bring up kindness and sensitivity to feathered friends.

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An entertaining tale about wintering and migratory birds"How Sparrow searched for Africa", and also funny educational films for kids about migratory and wintering birds, pictures and speech games.

like a sparrow looking for Africa

— Dear mothers, fathers, grandparents, teachers! I recommend this fairy tale and divide your "home" or "not home" activities, conversations or games with children on it into two parts. And not read these parts of the tale one after another in one day, and take a break for several days. Why?

And our task is completely different - to arouse interest in knowledge, to develop the child's abilities! And for this, the child needs not just a computer monitor, but the main figure - an intermediary - an adult who will help to see the relationships in the film, comprehend them, take a fresh look at known facts, be surprised by them, build perspectives for the future - what else do I want to know And what else do I want to learn. Without communication with you, the child will not be able to do this, which means that another opportunity will be missed in his advancement and development.

—When reading the first part of the fairy tale about migratory birds, it will be good if you show the countries to which birds fly on a map or on a globe. To make it easier for the baby to estimate the distance that migratory birds cover, show him the distance to those cities and places where he has already been and where he traveled by train or flew by plane. Birds most often fly much further than these places, and in fact they have neither a train nor an airplane, but only wings. And they fly in any weather!

Section 1. Introduction to the fairy tale about birds. Meet Chick the Sparrow

Today I want to introduce you to my friend. And here he is. Do you hear?

"Hello guys. Nice to meet you. My name is Chic. My surname is Chirik. That's why everyone calls me Chik-Chirik. Mom and dad tell me that when I grow up, everyone will call me in an adult way, by my first name - patronymic - Chik Chirikych Chirik. You probably guessed what I like to do most of all? Of course, to sit on a branch and sing funny songs: “Chick-chirp, chirp-chirp, chirp-chirikich, chirp-chirp.”

You must have seen me on the street when walking with mom and dad. I am a small bird, gray, cheerful, agile and very nimble. I jump from place to place all the time. Yes, I still love to jump. But I don’t like to walk and I don’t know how. I have short legs, it is more convenient for me to jump than to walk.

They even wrote a riddle about me.”

Guess who I am? I am a little Sparrow. The riddle specifically says about the boy so that you would not guess that I am a bird. Like I'm a boy. When I grow up, they will call me "Sparrow". In the meantime, I’m small, my mother is a sparrow and my father is a sparrow, they affectionately call me “sparrow”. And you try to guess what they say.

Speech exercise "Call me affectionately"

Formation of words with diminutive suffixes

• They say that when I grow up I will have wings. In the meantime, I have small - ...? (Wings).
• When I grow up, I will have a beak. And now I have a small ...? (beak).
• When I become an adult sparrow, I will have big eyes, and now I have small ones ... ? Eyes. I will have big feathers, and now I have small ones - ... ? (Feathers)
• When I get big, I will have a head, and now I have ... ? (Head, head).
• When I become a big sparrow, I will have a big tail, and now I have a small one ... ? (tail)
• I love making up stories. Here is one of my fairy tales about our chick-chirch sparrow life.

Part 2. Migratory birds

2.1. Where do migratory birds fly in autumn?

Yes, I lived in the summer, did not grieve. And then suddenly autumn came, it became cold. Grandfather - a sparrow told me that in autumn the birds fly to Africa. It is warm there, there is a lot of food and there they spend the winter. How I longed to find this Africa too and take a look at it at least with one eye! So I decided to fly to Africa and jumped to look for it. I think: it's a simple matter to get to Africa. Now I will find migratory birds and fly with them.

Jump jump, jump jump, chirp chirp, chirp chirp. And then I see - starlings they gathered in a flock, discussing something, they are going to fly south. They keep the council - they decide who will fly for whom. And they talk to each other interestingly, as if they say “so-so”, “so-so”, “but now it’s not like that”, “like this”! That's lovely! Now I will ask them about Africa and I will fly to Africa with them!

“Take me to Africa with you!” I say. And the oldest starling answers me:

We don't fly to Africa! We are going to Turkmenistan. It's also warm in winter. Our kids will fly first. They fly slowly, so they fly out first. And then we are old people. We fly fast and catch up with them. You ask other birds, maybe one of them flies to Africa?

Why are you leaving for the winter?

- There is no food here. It's warm and there's plenty of food. Because of the food and fly! That's when spring comes, we'll be back.

- And how will we - sparrows live in winter?

So you have food - fly to the village or to the city, there you will feed yourself on crumbs.

“Well, okay,” I think. “I’ll jump, fly, chirp further. Maybe I’ll find some other fellow travelers.”

Then a bird flew up to me - lentils and asks: “Where are you going, Vorobishko? Why are you fussing today, jumping and flying and chirping with everyone? Lentil is the name of this bird. It even turns out smoothly as in verse: a bird is a lentil! I love. And you?

“Yes, I want to fly to Africa, I’m looking for fellow travelers, otherwise it’s too cold here. Will you take me with you?"

“But we don’t fly to Africa as lentil birds and we don’t know the way there. We are flying to India for the winter. We'll spend the winter warm there and come back."

- Chick-chirki, hello! Can I fly to Africa with you?

“Yes, we don’t fly to Africa for the winter,” the ducks answered. - We are flying closer to Europe in all directions - some to England, some to France, some to Holland. There, of course, not Africa, but warmer than here. We cannot stay here. Soon all the rivers and lakes will freeze over - how can we live here? But as spring comes, the ice melts, so we will return.

“Yes ... I’ll have to look for other fellow travelers,” I thought, and jumped further. The grain pecked and flew off to look for fellow travelers.

Who is sitting on the branch? My grandfather, a sparrow, just told about them that they fly to Africa for the winter and live well there in the winter!

- Aunt Cuckoo! Aunt Cuckoo!

- Here is the news! Sparrows! Why did you come here? I'm already planning to fly to Africa.

- Aunt Cuckoo! Take me to Africa with you! I can fly!

How can I take you with me? We cuckoos never fly to Africa together. Only one. We don't even take our kids with us. First, we will fly away ourselves, but they will stay here - they are still fed by their parents, to whom we threw a cuckoo. And time will pass, and after us, our grown-up cuckoos fly to Africa. And also one by one.

- And how do cuckoos know the way?

“And this is our secret. Nobody knows her. And you find other birds that fly in a flock to Africa. They will take you with them.

Here is a flock of birds warblers Yes flycatchers. You have already guessed why flycatchers are called so: flycatchers are dexterous. Because they…? That's right, they catch flies! And not only flies, but also other insects. They are definitely flying to Africa.

- Where are you going?

— To Africa.

- Hooray! I want to go to Africa too! Where is this Africa?

— Far beyond the sea. Very far. It takes a lot of strength to reach her.

- Take me with you. What is the sea? Can I fly over it?

- Can you fly at night?

No, I sleep at night.

We only fly at night. Otherwise, the hawks will catch us, and the falcons will catch us. And you don't even have to fly with us. We are migratory birds, and you are a wintering bird. You need to winter here. Flying is a very dangerous business. Hurricanes, cold rains, and predators are waiting for us ahead. In the fog, you can go astray or crash against the rocks. Not all of us will return here in the spring. Yes, and in the winter we don’t sing songs, we don’t make nests. This is how we will return back in the spring - then we will sing songs for you, and we will bring out the chicks. If there were flies here in winter, bugs for other insects for food, we would have stayed here, we would not have flown. And here we have nowhere to go - we have to fly. Here we will die of hunger in winter.

“Oh, and why can’t I fly at night,” I was upset. I wouldn't be afraid of danger. We sparrows are very brave! I'll have to stay and look for my Africa here. I'll go and ask the wintering birds - where is our Africa? And where do they bask and feed in winter?

In the meantime, Chick-Chirik Sparrow goes to the forest to look for wintering birds, let's look at a cheerful forest school and, together with fairy-tale heroes, find out other forest news and see what other birds are migratory, how and where they travel.

2.2. Entertaining educational film for children about migratory birds

Together with the fairy-tale heroes the wolf cub, the cat and the mouse, the kids will go to the forest school and learn a lot of interesting things about migratory birds:

• What birds are migratory and why are they called that?
• Why do birds fly away from us in autumn?
• Do the chicks fly away?
• Do birds have their own school with lessons?
• Do birds rest during the flight?
• What is the difference between a flock and a wedge?
• Which bird flies to Africa?
• Who is the champion among migratory birds?
• How do scientists study migratory birds? How do they know where the birds fly to?

Talk to your child after watching the movie. Ask him questions about the content of the film (the questions given above will help you with this), ask him what he liked most about it, what surprised him the most, what else he wants to know about migratory birds. Try to find answers to your child's questions in an encyclopedia or on the Internet.

Tell your child that when people did not yet know how to study nature and birds, they often made mistakes. For example, more than 200 years ago, there lived a naturalist who believed that birds fly away in autumn ... you will never guess where :). To the moon!!! And that they go into hibernation there, and in the spring they return from the moon. But now, thanks to scientists, people know exactly where each bird flies. Think about how scientists find out. If the kid missed this fragment in the movie, you can watch it again, using pauses if necessary.

Section 3. Wintering birds

3.1. Meet the winter birds

Uffff, I finally got to Aunt Partridge. She probably winters with us and knows where our Africa is, where you can warm yourself in winter.

— Aunt Partridge, Hello. Our Chik-chirik to you and greetings from my mother Chiriki and from my father Chirikych. Are you a winter bird? Are you flying anywhere?

- And how, wintering, of course. I'm not flying anywhere. I live here in the winter. And why should I leave. I'm fine here!

- How do you live in frosts, are you cold and hungry? Perhaps you have found Africa here?

— Africa? Why do we need Africa? We - partridges - are not at all cold! By winter we become white as snow. You can't see us in the snow. We are very pleased with this! And our new winter white feathers are much warmer than summer pockmarked feathers, and that's why we don't get cold. And here's what else we - partridges came up with. We make mugs on our paws for the winter - such snowshoes. It is like real ski poles for us, in such snowshoes - mugs it is so convenient to walk in the snow! And we don't even fall through the snow! And we get food from under the snow with claws. Why do we need to fly somewhere if we feel good here too! So I don't know where your Africa is! And I don't want to know!

How can I live in winter? I don’t have white winter feathers and I don’t have snowshoes on my paws either. Will have to ask someone else. I flew further. I see a parrot sitting on a branch! Not a real, but a northern parrot. That's what we call crossbills.

- Jumping gallop! Chick-chirp! Hello, cleft! How is it going? Do you dream of Africa?

- I live well. There are a lot of cones around, my house is a warm nest. The chicks will appear in winter, we will feed them with spruce porridge from cones. What else do you need? Come to live with us on the spruce - you will also eat cones.

- Thanks for the invitation! Yes, with my beak, I won’t gnaw a bump - I’ll stay hungry. I will fly further to look for my Africa. Someone seems to be ahead and has already noticed me. Oh, how big and scary must be! I'll fly - I'll get to know you.

- Chick-chirp. Who are you?

- I'm a hazel grouse.

- Uncle Ryabchik, how do you winter? Why didn't they fly to the southern countries?

"Why should I fly away?" Here I have a fluffy warm snow blanket - I sleep under the snow.

- And what will you eat in the winter?

- And we are smart birds, we swallow tiny pebbles, they grind any food inside us. So we will not remain hungry - we will eat both needles and buds from branches in winter. And you can live with us in the winter - eat pebbles, climb under the snow.

- No, uncle hazel grouse. I won’t climb under the snow and I won’t eat pebbles. This is not a sparrow thing. I’ll fly further on my own - to look for sparrow Africa. Maybe I'll find Africa at the capercaillie.

- Grandfather Capercaillie! Hello!

- I can't hear anything. You speak louder!

- Hello, grandfather Capercaillie! Do you know where we have Africa in winter, where you can warm yourself in cold and frost?

- How not to know? I know of course.

- Will you tell me?

I'll tell you and show you. Africa with us - in the wood grouse in a snowdrift! You won't find better Africa!

- What is Africa like if the snow is cold?

- It's cold snow on top, but inside the snowdrift it's warm and cozy. We are resting in a snowdrift. Sometimes we sit in it for three days.

- And how do you eat?

We don't eat much in winter. On foot we will reach the trunk of a tree, fly up to a branch, and eat pine needles. Let's eat enough - and again - dive - and into the snow. Let's go under the snow a little forward so that they don't find us and sleep in peace and warmth. And you come to us - we will find a place for you in a snowdrift.

- Thank you, only we - sparrows - do not sleep in a snowdrift. We must have a different Africa.

Want to know if Sparrow has found his Africa? Of course I did. Here's what!

Cold, cold! .. The sun does not warm.
To Africa, to Africa, birds, hurry!
It's hot in Africa! In winter, as in summer,
In Africa, you can walk naked!
Everyone flew over the blue sea ...
Only one Chik-chirik on the fence.
Sparrows jump from branch to branch -
Looking for Africa in the Chik-Chirik garden.
Looking for Africa for his mother,
For brothers and friends.
He lost sleep, forgot about food -
Looking for, but there is no Africa in the garden!
He flew around, searched early
In the distant forest behind the clearing, a clearing:
Rain and wind under every bush,
It's chilly and damp under every leaf.
So he returned with nothing Chik-Chirik,
Sad, upset, and says:
- Mom, where is our Africa with you?
- Africa? .. Here - behind the chimney! (G. Vasiliev)

So I stayed to live with you guys. And I found my Africa - I'm warming myself behind the chimney. And thank you that you do not forget about us - sparrows in winter - put food in the feeders. Without you, we would have completely disappeared in winter! So I fly around your houses and chirp: “Am I alive? Alive, alive, chirp-chirp, chirp-chirp!”

And now I'm off to get my own food. Winter has come, it's getting cold. While it is light outside, you need to have time to eat your fill, otherwise you will freeze at night. Chick-chirp! You guessed it, in a sparrow way it is called "goodbye."

And in parting, I will give you riddles - special, sparrow ones.

3.2. Guess Sparrow Riddles: Grammar Game

In this game, the child's linguistic instinct develops, the ability to accurately use adjectives in gender, number, and case develops. The kid learns to focus on the endings of adjectives in his speech, to highlight them.

• Is my comfort a home or a nest?
• Are my fluffy feathers or a tail?
• Is my favorite mom or grandpa?
• Is my little one a beak or a head?

If the kid made a mistake, ask him: “Do we say that - a cozy house. How do we talk about home? What is he? Cosy. And comfort-noe - what is it ....?

A very common mistake children make is when they say something in between that is neither masculine, nor feminine, nor neuter. For example: "cozy" or "small". Do not mimic the baby and do not repeat the mistakes after him. He needs the right pattern. Clearly pronounce the correct endings of adjectives, highlighting them with your voice and ask them to repeat the correct answer.

If the kid is often mistaken, then such a riddle game should be played with him daily until we consolidate the necessary skills. For example, on a walk or on the way to the store, make riddles, clearly highlighting the endings of the words in them: “Guess what I see? WHITE NEW - is it a window or a house?

And now let's watch a video for children about Chik-Chirik's friends - other birds that winter next to us.

3.3. Educational educational video for children about wintering birds

In this entertaining video lesson for kids in the forest school, children will learn what birds are called wintering, they will see woodpeckers (both large and small, and yellow and even green woodpeckers!), nuthatch, kinglet and other wintering birds in the forest.

And in conclusion of the story about migratory and wintering birds, I want to remember and watch with you another old children's fairy tale about birds - about a duck that could not fly away with everyone to warm countries and stayed to spend the winter in a snowy forest - the fairy tale "Gray Neck" D.N. Mamin-Siberian.

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Tolstoy L.N.

Young sparrows jumped on the path in the garden.

And the old sparrow perched high on a tree branch and vigilantly looks to see if a bird of prey appears somewhere.

A robber hawk flies through the backyards. He is a fierce enemy of a small bird. The hawk flies quietly, without noise.

But the old sparrow noticed the villain and is following him.

The hawk is getting closer and closer.

The sparrow chirped loudly and anxiously, and all the sparrows at once disappeared into the bushes.

Everything was silent.

Only the sentinel sparrow sits on a branch. He does not move, he does not take his eyes off the hawk.

The hawk of an old sparrow noticed, flapped its wings, spread its claws and went down like an arrow.

And the sparrow fell like a stone into the bushes.

The hawk was left with nothing.

He looks around. Evil took the predator. His yellow eyes are on fire.

Sparrows poured out of the bushes with noise, jumping along the path.

Swans

Tolstoy L.N.

Swans flew in herds from the cold side to the warm lands. They flew across the sea. They flew day and night, and another day and another night they flew over the water without rest. There was a full moon in the sky, and far below the swans saw blue water. All the swans are tired, flapping their wings; but they did not stop and flew on. Old, strong swans flew in front, those that were younger and weaker flew behind. One young swan flew behind everyone. His strength has weakened. He flapped his wings and could not fly further. Then he, spreading his wings, went down. He descended closer and closer to the water; and his comrades further and further whitened in the moonlight. The swan descended into the water and folded its wings. The sea stirred under him and rocked him.

A flock of swans was barely visible as a white line in the bright sky. And it was barely audible in the silence how their wings rang. When they were completely out of sight, the swan bent his neck back and closed his eyes. He did not move, and only the sea, rising and falling in a wide strip, raised and lowered him.

Before dawn, a light breeze began to stir the sea. And the water splashed into the white chest of the swan. The swan opened his eyes. In the east the dawn was reddening, and the moon and the stars became paler. The swan sighed, stretched out his neck and flapped his wings, rose and flew, catching his wings on the water. He climbed higher and higher and flew alone over the dark rippling waves.

Starlings (Excerpt)

Kuprin A.I.

We were impatiently waiting for old acquaintances to fly into our garden again - starlings, these cute, cheerful sociable birds, the first migratory guests, joyful heralds of spring.

So, we waited for the starlings. They fixed the old birdhouses, twisted from the winter winds, hung new ones.

The sparrows imagined that this courtesy was being done for them, and immediately, at the first warmth, the birdhouses occupied.

Finally, on the nineteenth, in the evening (it was still light), someone shouted: “Look - starlings!”

Indeed, they sat high on the branches of poplars and, after sparrows, seemed unusually large and too black ...

For two days, the starlings seemed to gain strength and hung everything and examined last year's familiar places. And then the eviction of sparrows began. At the same time, I did not notice especially violent clashes between starlings and sparrows. As a rule, the Skurtsy, two by two, sit high above the birdhouses and, apparently, carelessly chatting about something among themselves, while they themselves, with one eye, sideways, gaze intently down. The sparrow is terribly and difficult. No, no - he will stick his sharp, cunning nose out of the round hole - and back. Finally, hunger, frivolity, and perhaps timidity make themselves felt. “I’m flying away,” he thinks, “for a minute and now back. Maybe I'll overreach. Maybe they won't notice." And as soon as he has time to fly off to a sazhen, like a starling with a stone down and already at home.

And now the end of the sparrow temporary economy has come. Starlings guard the nest in turn: one sits - the other flies on business. Sparrows will never think of such a trick.

And so, with chagrin, great battles begin between the sparrows, during which fluff and feathers fly into the air. And the starlings sit high on the trees, and even provoke: “Hey, you black-headed one! You won’t be able to overcome that yellow-breasted one forever and ever.” - "How? To me? Yes, I have it now! - "Well, well, well..."

And there will be a dump. However, in the spring all the animals and birds... fight much more...

Song of the Starling

Kuprin A.I.

The air warmed up a little, and the starlings had already perched on high branches and began their concert. I don't really know if the starling has his own motives, but you will hear enough of anything alien in his song. Here are bits of nightingale trills, and the sharp meow of the oriole, and the sweet voice of the robin, and the musical babble of the warbler, and the thin whistle of the titmouse, and among these melodies suddenly such voices are heard that, sitting alone, you cannot help yourself and laugh: a chicken will cackle on a tree , the grinder's knife will hiss, the door will creak, the children's military trumpet will turn down. And, having made this unexpected musical digression, the starling, as if nothing had happened, without a break, continues his cheerful, sweet humorous song.

lark

I. Sokolov-Mikitov

Of the many sounds of the earth: the singing of birds, the fluttering of foliage on trees, the cod of grasshoppers, the murmur of a forest stream - the most cheerful and joyful sound is the song of field and meadow larks. Even in early spring, when there is loose snow on the fields, but already in some places dark thawed patches have formed on the warming, our early spring guests arrive and begin to sing. Rising in a column into the sky, fluttering its wings, pierced through with sunlight, a lark flies higher and higher into the sky, disappears in a radiant blue. Surprisingly beautiful, ringing song of the lark, welcoming the arrival of spring. This joyful song is similar to the breath of the awakened earth.

Many great composers tried to portray this joyful song in their musical works...

Much can be heard in the awakening spring forest. Fritillaries squeak thinly, invisible owls goog at night. In the impenetrable swamp, the cranes that have arrived in the spring lead round dances. Bees are buzzing over the yellow golden down-padded coats of the blossoming willow. And in the bushes on the river bank, the first nightingale sang loudly.

Swan

Aksakov S. T.

The swan, by its size, strength, beauty and majestic posture, has long and rightly been called the king of all water, or waterfowl, birds. White as snow, with shining, transparent small eyes, with a black nose and black paws, with a long, flexible and beautiful neck, he is inexpressibly beautiful when he calmly swims between green reeds on a dark blue, smooth surface of the water.

Swan movements

Aksakov S. T.

All the movements of the swan are filled with charm: if he starts drinking and, scooping up water with his nose, raises his head up and stretches his neck; whether he will begin to swim, dive and splash with his mighty wings, scattering far splashes of water rolling down from his fluffy body; will he then begin to preen, easily and freely arching back his snow-white neck, straightening and cleaning with his nose on the back, sides and tail crumpled or soiled feathers; if he spreads the wing through the air like a long slanting sail, and also begins to sort through each feather in it with his nose, airing it and drying it in the sun - everything is picturesque and magnificent in it.

Sparrow

Charushin E.I.

Nikita went for a walk with dad. He was walking, walking and suddenly he hears someone chirping: Chilik-chilik! Chilik-chilik! Chilik-chilik!

And Nikita sees that this little sparrow is jumping along the road.

Fluffy, just like a ball is rolling. His tail is short, his beak is yellow, and he does not fly anywhere. Apparently, he still can't.

Look, dad, - Nikita shouted, - the sparrow is not real!

And dad says:

No, this is a real sparrow, but only a small one. It must have been a chick that fell out of its nest.

Then Nikita ran to catch a sparrow and caught it. And this sparrow began to live in our house in a cage, and Nikita fed him flies, worms and a bun with milk.

Here lives a sparrow with Nikita. He screams all the time - he asks for food. Well, what a glutton! A little in the morning the sun will appear - he will chirp and wake everyone up.

Then Nikita said:

I'll teach him to fly and let him out.

He took the sparrow out of the cage, put it on the floor and began to teach.

You wave your wings like this, - Nikita said and showed with his hands how to fly. And the sparrow galloped under the chest of drawers.

We fed the sparrow for another day. Again Nikita put him on the floor to teach him how to fly. Nikita waved his arms, and the sparrow waved its wings.

The sparrow has flown!

Here he flew over the pencil. I flew over a red fire truck. And as he began to fly over an inanimate toy cat, he stumbled upon it and fell.

You still fly badly, Nikita tells him. - Let me feed you for another day.

He fed, fed, and the next day the sparrows flew over Nikitin's bench. Flew over a chair. He flew over the table with the jug. But he couldn’t fly over the chest of drawers - he fell down.

It looks like you need to feed him. The next day, Nikita took the sparrow with him into the garden, and there he let it out.

The sparrow flew over the brick.

It flew over the stump.

And he began to fly over the fence, but he bumped into it and fell down.

And the next day he flew over the fence.

And flew over the tree.

And flew through the house.

And completely flew away from Nikita.

What a great way to learn to fly!

winter debts

N.I. Sladkov

Sparrow chirped on a dunghill - and jumps! And the Crow-hag croaks with its nasty voice:

What, Sparrow, rejoiced at, why chirped?

The wings itch, Crow, the nose itches, - Sparrow answers. - Passion to fight hunting! And don't croak here, don't spoil my spring mood!

And I'll ruin it! - Crow does not lag behind. - How can I ask a question?

In scared!

And I scare. Did you peck crumbs in the garbage in the winter?

Pecked.

Did you pick up grain from the barnyard?

Picked up.

Did you have lunch in the bird cafeteria near the school?

Thanks guys for feeding me.

That's it! - the Crow is tearing. - With what

Are you paying for all this? With your chirp-chirp?

Am I the only one using it? Sparrow was confused. - And the Tit was there, and the Woodpecker, and the Magpie, and the Jackdaw. And you, Crow, were...

Don't confuse others! crowed the Crow. - You answer for yourself. Borrowed - give back! Like all decent birds do.

Decent, maybe they do, - Sparrow got angry. - But are you doing, Crow?

I will cry first! Do you hear the tractor plowing in the field? And after him, I choose all kinds of root beetles and root rodents from the furrow. And Magpie and Jackdaw help me. And looking at us, other birds are trying.

You, too, for others do not vouch! - Sparrow rests. - Others may have forgotten to think.

But the Crow does not let up:

And you fly and check!

Sparrow flew to check. He flew into the garden, where Titmouse lives in a new nest box.

Congratulations on your new home! - Sparrow says. - For joy, I suppose I forgot about the debts!

Do not forget, Sparrow, that you are! - Replies Tit. - The guys treated me with delicious lard in the winter, and I will treat them with sweet apples in the fall. I guard the garden from codling moths and leafworms.

For what need, Sparrow, flew into the forest to me?

Yes, they demand a calculation from me, - Sparrow chirps. - And you, Woodpecker, how do you pay?

I’m trying so hard, ”the Woodpecker answers. - I protect the forest from woodworms and bark beetles. I fight them without sparing my stomach! Even got fat...

Look at you, Sparrow thought. - I thought...

Sparrow returned to the dunghill and said to the Crow:

Yours, hag, really! All for winter debts work out. Am I worse than others? How can I start feeding my chicks with mosquitoes, horseflies and flies! So that the bloodsuckers do not sting these guys! I'll pay back my debts!

He said so and let's jump up and chirp again on the dunghill. There is still free time. Until the sparrows hatch in the nest.

Arithmetic titmouse

N.I. Sladkov

In spring, white-cheeked titmouse sing the loudest of all: they ring bells. In a different way and manner. Some people hear it like this: “Twice two, twice two, twice two!” And others whistle smartly: “Four-four-re-four!”

From morning to evening, titmouse crammed the multiplication table.

"Twice two, twice two, twice two!" - shout out one.

"Four-four-four!" - cheerfully answer others.

Arithmetic titmouse.

Brave duck

Boris Zhitkov

Every morning, the hostess brought the ducklings a full plate of chopped eggs. She put the plate near the bush, and she left.

As soon as the ducklings ran up to the plate, suddenly a large dragonfly flew out of the garden and began to circle above them.

She chirped so terribly that frightened ducklings ran away and hid in the grass. They were afraid that the dragonfly would bite them all.

And the evil dragonfly sat on the plate, tasted the food and then flew away. After that, the ducklings did not approach the plate for a whole day. They were afraid that the dragonfly would fly again. In the evening, the hostess cleaned the plate and said: “Our ducklings must be sick, they don’t eat anything.” She did not know that the ducklings went to bed hungry every night.

Once, their neighbor, a little duckling Alyosha, came to visit the ducklings. When the ducklings told him about the dragonfly, he began to laugh.

Well, the brave ones! - he said. - I alone will drive this dragonfly away. Here you will see tomorrow.

You boast, - said the ducklings, - tomorrow you will be the first to be scared and run.

The next morning the hostess, as always, put a plate of chopped eggs on the ground and left.

Well, look, - said the brave Alyosha, - now I will fight with your dragonfly.

As soon as he said this, a dragonfly suddenly buzzed. Right on top, she flew onto the plate.

The ducklings wanted to run away, but Alyosha was not afraid. No sooner had the dragonfly landed on the plate than Alyosha grabbed it by the wing with his beak. She pulled away with force and flew away with a broken wing.

Since then, she never flew into the garden, and the ducklings ate their fill every day. They not only ate themselves, but also treated the brave Alyosha for saving them from the dragonfly.

Jackdaw

Boris Zhitkov

My brother and sister had a hand jackdaw. She ate from the hands, was given to stroke, flew away into the wild and flew back.

That time the sister began to wash. She took the ring off her hand, put it on the washbasin, and lathered her face with soap. And when she rinsed the soap, she looked: where is the ring? And there is no ring.

She called out to her brother:

Give me the ring, don't tease! Why did you take it?

I didn't take anything, - answered the brother.

His sister quarreled with him and wept.

Grandma heard.

What do you have here? - is talking. - Give me glasses, now I will find this ring.

Rushed to look for points - no points.

I just put them on the table, - the grandmother is crying. - Where do they go? How can I put a needle in now?

And screamed at the boy.

This is your business! Why are you teasing grandma?

The boy got offended and ran out of the house. He looks - and a jackdaw flies over the roof, and something glitters under her beak. I looked closer - yes, these are glasses! The boy hid behind a tree and began to look. And the jackdaw sat on the roof, looked around to see if anyone could see, and began to push glasses on the roof with her beak into the crack.

Grandma came out onto the porch, says to the boy:

Tell me, where are my glasses?

On the roof! - said the boy.

Grandma was surprised. And the boy climbed onto the roof and pulled out his grandmother's glasses from the crack. Then he pulled out the ring. And then he took out glasses, and then a lot of different money pieces.

The grandmother was delighted with the glasses, and the sister gave the ring and said to her brother:

Forgive me, I thought of you, and this is a jackdaw thief.

And reconciled with my brother.

Grandma said:

That's all they are, jackdaws and magpies. What glitters, everything is dragged.

Orphan

Georgy Skrebitsky

The guys brought us a small shirt ... He could not fly yet, he only jumped. We fed him cottage cheese, porridge, soaked bread, gave him small pieces of boiled meat; He ate everything, refused nothing.

Soon the chemise grew a long tail and its wings were overgrown with stiff black feathers. He quickly learned to fly and moved to live from the room to the balcony.

Only this was the trouble with him: our shirt could not learn to eat on his own. Quite an adult bird, such a beautiful one, it flies well, but everything, like a little chick, asks for food. You go out onto the balcony, sit down at the table, the magpie is already right there, spinning in front of you, crouching, puffing up its wings, opening its mouth. And it's funny and pitiful. Mom even called her Orphan. She used to put cottage cheese or soaked bread in her mouth, swallow forty - and again begins to ask, but she herself does not peck from the plate. We taught and taught her - nothing came of it, so we had to stuff food into her mouth. Orphan used to eat, shake herself, look with a sly black eye at the plate, if there is anything else tasty there, and fly up on the crossbar to the very ceiling or fly into the garden, into the yard ... She flew everywhere and was familiar with everyone : with a fat cat Ivanych, with a hunting dog Jack, with ducks, chickens; even with the old pugnacious rooster Petrovich, the magpie was on friendly terms. He bullied everyone in the yard, but did not touch her. It used to be that chickens pecked from the trough, and the magpie immediately turned around. It smells deliciously of warm soaked bran, I want a magpie to have breakfast in a friendly chicken company, but nothing comes of it. The Orphan sticks to the chickens, crouches, squeaks, opens its beak - no one wants to feed it. She will also jump up to Petrovich, squeak, and he will only look at her, muttering: “What an outrage this is!” - and walk away. And then suddenly he flaps his strong wings, stretches his neck up, strains, stands on tiptoe and sings: “Ku-ka-re-ku!” - so loud that you can even hear it across the river.

And the magpie jumps and jumps around the yard, flies into the stable, looks into the cow's stall ... Everyone eats by themselves, and again she has to fly to the balcony and ask to be fed from her hands.

Once there was no one to mess with the magpie. Everyone was busy all day. Already she pestered, pestered everyone - no one feeds her!

That day I caught fish in the river in the morning, returned home only in the evening and threw out the worms left over from fishing in the yard. Let the chickens peck.

Petrovich immediately noticed the prey, ran up and began to call the chickens: “Ko-ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko-ko!" And they, as luck would have it, scattered somewhere, not a single one in the yard. Already the rooster is knocked out of his strength! He calls, calls, then grabs the worm in his beak, shakes it, throws it and calls again - for no reason does the first one want to eat. Even hoarse, but the chickens still do not go.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, forty. She flew up to Petrovich, spread her wings and opened her mouth: feed me, they say.

The rooster immediately cheered up, grabbed a huge worm in its beak, lifted it, shaking it in front of the very nose of the magpie. She looked, looked, then the worm's chop - and ate it! And the rooster gives her a second. She ate both the second and the third, and Petrovich himself pecked the fourth.

I look out the window and wonder how a rooster feeds a magpie from its beak: either he will give it to her, then he will eat it himself, then he will offer it to her again. And he keeps saying: “Ko-ko-ko-ko! ..” He bows, shows worms on the ground with his beak: eat, they say, do not be afraid, they are so delicious.

And I don’t know how it all worked out for them there, how he explained to her what was the matter, I just see a cock crowed, showed a worm on the ground, and a magpie jumped up, turned its head to one side, to the other, took a closer look and ate it right from the ground . Petrovich even shook his head in approval; then he grabbed a hefty worm himself, threw it up, caught it more comfortably with his beak and swallowed it: here, they say, as we like it. But the magpie, apparently, understood what was the matter - it jumps near him and pecks. The rooster also began to pick up worms. So they try to race against each other - who is faster. In an instant, all the worms were pecked.

Since then, the magpie did not have to be hand-fed. Once, Petrovich taught her how to handle food. And how he explained it to her, I myself do not know.

forest voice

Georgy Skrebitsky

Sunny day at the very beginning of summer. I wander not far from home, in a birch copse. Everything around seems to be bathed, splashing in golden waves of heat and light. Birch branches flow above me. The leaves on them seem either emerald green or completely golden. And below, under the birches, on the grass, too, like waves, light bluish shadows run and stream. And bright bunnies, like the reflections of the sun in the water, run one after another along the grass, along the path.

The sun is both in the sky and on the ground... And it becomes so good, so fun that you want to run away somewhere far away, to where the trunks of young birch trees sparkle with their dazzling whiteness.

And suddenly, from this sunny distance, I heard a familiar forest voice: "Ku-ku, ku-ku!"

Cuckoo! I've heard it many times before, but I've never even seen it in a picture. What is she like? For some reason, she seemed to me plump, big-headed, like an owl. But maybe she's not like that at all? I'll run and take a look.

Alas, it turned out to be far from easy. I - to her voice. And she will be silent, and here again: “Ku-ku, ku-ku”, but in a completely different place.

How to see it? I stopped in thought. Maybe she's playing hide-and-seek with me? She hides, and I'm looking. And let's play the other way around: now I'll hide, and you look.

I climbed into a hazel bush and also cuckooed once, twice. The cuckoo fell silent, maybe looking for me? I sit silently and I, even my heart is pounding with excitement. And suddenly somewhere nearby: "Ku-ku, ku-ku!"

I am silent: look better, don't shout at the whole forest.

And she is already very close: "Ku-ku, ku-ku!"

I look: some kind of bird flies through the clearing, the tail is long, it is gray itself, only the breast is covered with dark spots. Probably a hawk. This one in our yard hunts for sparrows. He flew up to a neighboring tree, sat down on a branch, bent down and shouted: "Ku-ku, ku-ku!"

Cuckoo! That's it! So, she is not like an owl, but like a hawk.

I will cuckoo her from the bush in response! With a fright, she almost fell off the tree, immediately rushed down from the branch, sniffing somewhere in the thicket, only I saw her.

But I don't need to see her anymore. So I solved the forest riddle, and besides, for the first time I myself spoke to the bird in its native language.

So the sonorous forest voice of the cuckoo revealed to me the first secret of the forest. And since then, for half a century now, I have been wandering in winter and summer along deaf, untrodden paths and discovering more and more new secrets. And there is no end to these winding paths, and there is no end to the secrets of native nature.

friendship

Georgy Skrebitsky

Once my brother and I sat in a room in the winter and looked out the window at the yard. And in the yard, by the fence, crows and jackdaws dug through the garbage.

Suddenly we see - some kind of bird flew to them, completely black, with blue, and a large, white nose. What a marvel: it's a rook! Where did he come from in winter? We look, a rook walks through the garbage dump among the crows and limps a little - probably some kind of sick or old; could not fly south with other rooks, so he stayed with us for the winter.

Then every morning a rook got into the habit of flying to our garbage heap. We purposely crumble bread for him, porridge, cottage cheese from dinner. Only he got a little: everything used to be eaten by crows - these are such impudent birds. And some quiet rook got caught. Keeps on the sidelines, all alone and alone. And even that is true: his brethren flew south, he was left alone; crows - his company is bad. We see that the gray robbers offend our rook, but we don’t know how to help him. How to feed him so that the crows do not interfere?

Day by day the rook became more and more sad. It happened that he would fly in and sit on the fence, but he was afraid to go down to the garbage heap to the crows: he was completely weakened.

Once we looked out the window in the morning, and the rook lies under the fence. We ran, brought him into the house; he's barely breathing. We put him in a box, by the stove, covered him with a blanket and gave him all kinds of food.

For two weeks he sat like this with us, warmed up, ate a little. We think: how to proceed with it? Do not keep it in a box all winter! They decided to let him out again: maybe he will be stronger now, he will winter somehow.

And the rook, apparently, realized that we had done good to him, which means that there is nothing to be afraid of people. Since then, he spent whole days like that with chickens in the yard.

At that time, a tame magpie Orphan lived with us. We took her as a chick and fed her. The orphan flew freely around the yard, around the garden, and returned to spend the night on the balcony. Here we see - our rook made friends with the Orphan: where she flies, there he follows her. Once we look - the Orphan flew to the balcony, and the rook also showed up with her. It is important to walk around the table like that. And the magpie, like a mistress, fusses, gallops around him.

We slowly pushed a cup of soaked bread out from under the door. Magpie - straight to the cup, and the rook behind it. They both had breakfast and left. So every day they began to fly to the balcony together - to feed.

The winter passed, the rooks returned from the south, roared in the old birch grove. In the evenings, they sit in pairs near the nests, sit and talk, as if discussing their affairs. Only our rook did not find a mate, as before, he flew everywhere for the Orphan. And in the evening they will sit near the house on a birch and sit side by side, so close, side by side.

You look at them and involuntarily think: it means that birds also have friendship.

Susie the bird did not like to cook, teach lessons, write down homework, clean up, wash the dishes. It was all very boring for her. She left early to build her nest, so her parents couldn't force Susie to do something she didn't like. The bird rejoiced at its freedom. But one day she flew to visit her friend Katie and was surprised. She loved to bake pies, feed the homeless, and clean her house. The tale of Suzy the bird will tell you how to learn to take care of others and, most importantly, take care of yourself.

Read the story about the bird

Susie has never eaten such delicious pies as Cathy's. But she showed no sign of her delight. She decided to express surprise.
"And why are you making these pies yourself?" And then you also treat homeless birds who could not make their own nest? After all, this is their choice - to live on the street, they did not want to find a home for themselves.
“It seems to me that we need to help those who are in trouble now, we do not know the reasons for their weaknesses.
I like to buy pies in the store, it's easier that way. And eat by yourself.
"Bon appetit," was all Cathy smiled at. And Susie got even angrier because she wanted to hurt her friend. But nothing happened.
At home, Susie decided to learn how to make her own pie. After all, she could not forget the delicious delicacy of her friend. They don't sell these good ones in stores. In addition, Katie used only the healthiest ingredients for her pie. Free of flavors, preservatives and other ingredients that are harmful to health.
The bird kneaded the dough in the kitchen, put it in the oven. To her surprise, she succeeded. An hour of labor - a delicious, fragrant, beautiful homemade cake was ready. Susie was so happy that she did it.
"What a delicious pie," Susie said as she finished eating it. Good thing I didn't share it with anyone. Now I understand why cooking your own food is good. Because in this way I can take care of myself in the future. Just wait an hour, but in an hour the future me will be able to eat a healthy dish. But I won't share it with anyone.
The next day, Suzy the bird was going to school. She still couldn't find the keys to the apartment. After all, all her things were scattered around the apartment. Because of this, the bird was late for school. Then Susie decided that the house needed to be cleaned. That way she can take care of herself tomorrow morning. And never be late again.
Over the weekend, Susie woke up in a great mood. She was clean, she had already learned all the lessons, the refrigerator was full of food. The bird baked another pie. Now she did it quickly, because she had experience. But this time I did not want to eat the pie alone. A fairy tale about a bird for children would be sad if it were not shared. So Susie called Katie's friend and invited her over.

“Forgive me, Cathy. You were right, sharing is taking care of someone other than yourself. This brings great joy. It's incredibly nice.
- Thank you, Susie. Your pie is incredibly delicious. How about we take the crumbs from the pie and give them to the pigeons that live on the street? They will be so pleased that someone will take care of them.
So the birds did. They fed street birds, and this made the spring even warmer. Around the birds began to sing even louder and more melodious. And the sun smiled at the animals and birds, because there was one good bird more in the world.
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N. Sladkov "Polite Jackdaw"

I have many acquaintances among wild birds. I know one sparrow. He is all white - an albino. You can immediately distinguish him in a flock of sparrows: everyone is gray, but he is white.

I know forty. I distinguish this one by impudence. In winter, it used to be that people hung food out the window, so she would immediately fly in and ruffle everything.

But I noticed one jackdaw for her politeness.

There was a blizzard.

In early spring there are special blizzards - solar. Snow whirlwinds curl in the air, everything sparkles and rushes! Stone houses look like rocks. There is a snowstorm at the top, from the roofs, as from mountains, snowy waterfalls flow. Icicles from the wind grow in different directions, like a shaggy beard of Santa Claus.

And above the eaves, under the roof, there is a secluded place. There, two bricks fell out of the wall. In this recess, my jackdaw settled down. All black, only on the neck is a gray collar. The jackdaw basked in the sun, and even pecked at some tidbit. Cubby!

If I were that jackdaw, I wouldn't give up this place to anyone!

And suddenly I see another, smaller and dimmer in color, flying up to my big jackdaw. Jump-jump on the ledge. Wag your tail! She sat opposite my jackdaw and looked.

The wind flutters it - so it wrings its feathers, so it whips with white grits!

My jackdaw grabbed a piece of her beak - and walked out of the recess onto the cornice! I gave way to a stranger's warm place!

And someone else's jackdaw grabs a piece from my beak - and into her warm little place. She pressed someone else's piece with her paw - she pecks. Here is shameless!

My jackdaw on the ledge is under the snow, in the wind, without food. The snow cuts her, the wind wrings her feathers. And she, stupid, endures! Does not kick out the little one.

“Probably,” I think, “someone else’s jackdaw is very old, so they give way to her place. Or maybe this is a well-known and respected jackdaw? Or maybe she is small, but daring - a fighter. I didn't understand anything...

And recently I see: both jackdaws - mine and someone else's - are sitting side by side on an old chimney and both have twigs in their beaks.

Hey, they're building a nest! Here everyone will understand.

And the little jackdaw is not at all old and not a fighter. Yes, and she is not a stranger now. And certainly not respected by everyone.

And my friend big jackdaw is not a jackdaw at all, but a gal!

But still my friend gal is very polite. I see this for the first time.

M. Prishvin "Guys and ducklings"

A little wild duck, the whistling teal, finally decided to transfer her ducklings from the forest, bypassing the village, into the lake to freedom. In the spring, this lake overflowed far, and a solid place for a nest could be found only three miles away, on a hummock, in a marshy forest. And when the water subsided, I had to travel all three miles to the lake.

In places open to the eye of a man, a fox and a hawk, the mother walked behind, so as not to let the ducklings out of sight even for a minute. And near the forge, when crossing the road, she, of course, let them go ahead. Here the guys saw them and threw their hats. All the time while they were catching ducklings, the mother ran after them with her beak open or flew several steps in different directions in the greatest excitement. The guys were just about to throw their hats on their mother and catch her like ducklings, but then I approached.

- What will you do with the ducklings? I asked the guys sternly.

They got scared and answered:

- Let's go.

- Here's something "let go"! I said very angrily. Why did you have to catch them? Where is mother now?

- He's sitting there! - the guys answered in unison.

And they pointed me to a close mound of a fallow field, where the duck really sat with its mouth open from excitement.

“Quickly,” I ordered the guys, “go and return all the ducklings to her!”

They even seemed to rejoice at my order and ran with the ducklings up the hill. The mother flew off a little and, when the guys left, she rushed to save her sons and daughters. In her own way, she said something quickly to them and ran to the oat field. Ducklings ran after her - five pieces. And so through the oat field, bypassing the village, the family continued their journey to the lake.

Joyfully, I took off my hat and, waving it, shouted:

— Good luck, ducklings!

The guys laughed at me.

“What are you laughing at, fools? I said to the guys. “Do you think it’s so easy for ducklings to get into the lake?” Quickly take off all your hats, shout "goodbye"!

And the same hats, dusty on the road while catching ducklings, rose into the air; All the children shouted at once:

- Goodbye, ducklings!

M. Prishvin "Zhurka"

Once we had it, we caught a young crane and gave it a frog. He swallowed it. Gave another - swallowed. The third, fourth, fifth, and then we didn’t have more frogs at hand.

- Clever! my wife said and asked me:

How much can he eat? Ten maybe?

“Ten,” I say, “maybe.”

- What if it's twenty?

“Twenty,” I say, “hardly...

We clipped the wings of this crane, and he began to follow his wife everywhere. She is milking a cow - and Zhurka is with her, she is in the garden - and Zhurka needs to go there, and also goes to field collective farm work with her, and for water. The wife got used to him as to her own child, and without him she is already bored, nowhere without him. But only if it happens - he is not there, only one thing will shout: "Frou-frou", and he runs to her. Such a smart one!

This is how the crane lives with us, and its clipped wings keep growing and growing.

Once the wife went down to the swamp for water, and Zhurka followed her. A small frog sat by the well and jumped from Zhurka into the swamp. Zhurka is behind him, and the water is deep, and you can’t reach the frog from the shore. Mach-mach wings Zhurka and suddenly flew. The wife gasped - and after him. Mah-mah with his hands, but he can't get up. And in tears, and to us: “Ah, ah, what a grief! Ahah!" We all ran to the well. We see - Zhurka is far away, sitting in the middle of our swamp.

— Fru fru! I shout.

And all the guys behind me are also shouting: “Fru-fru!”

And so smart! As soon as he heard this our “frou-frou”, now he flapped his wings and flew in. Here the wife does not remember herself for joy, she tells the guys to run after the frogs as soon as possible. This year there were a lot of frogs, the guys soon scored two caps. The guys brought frogs, began to give and count. They gave five - swallowed, gave ten - swallowed, twenty and thirty ... Yes, and so he swallowed forty-three frogs at a time.

L. Voronkova "Swans and Geese"

Suddenly grandfather stopped digging, tilted his head to one side and listened to something.

Tanya asked in a whisper:

— What is there?

Do you hear the swans trumpeting?

Tanya looked at her grandfather, then at the sky, then again at her grandfather and smiled:

“Well, do swans have a trumpet?”

- What a pipe! Grandpa laughed. “It’s just that they scream so long, that’s why they say they blow. Well, do you hear?

Tanya listened. Indeed, somewhere high, high, distant drawling voices were heard.

“You see, they are flying home from over the sea,” said grandfather. - How they communicate. No wonder they are called whoopers. And over there, they flew past the sun, they became visible ... See?

- See see! Tanya was delighted. - They fly with a rope. Maybe they'll sit somewhere?

“No, they won’t sit down here,” grandfather said thoughtfully, “they flew home!”

- How - home? Tanya was surprised. - Don't we have a house?

“Well, they don’t have a home, then.

Tanya was offended:

- Swallows - a home, larks - a home, starlings - a home ... And they don't have a home?

“And their house is closer to the north. There, they say, there are many swamps and lakes in the tundra. There they nest, where it is quieter, where there is more water.

“Do we have enough water for them?” There is a river, there is a pond ... After all, it’s better with us anyway!

“Whoever was born where, he came in handy there,” said grandfather. “To each his own is better.

At that moment the geese came out of the yard, stopped in the middle of the street, raised their heads and fell silent.

“Look, grandfather,” Tanya whispered, tugging at his sleeve, “and our geese are also listening to swans!” No matter how they flew into the tundra!

- Where are they! grandfather said. - Our geese are heavy on the rise! And he started digging again.

The swans fell silent in the sky, disappeared, melted into the distant blue. And the geese cackled, creaked, and waddled along the street. And the goose tracks were clearly imprinted on the damp road in triangles.

V. Veresaev "Brother"

At the corner of my dacha stood a tub full of water. Nearby is an elderberry bush. Two young sparrows sat side by side on an elderberry tree, still very young, with down through their feathers, with bright yellow sinuses at the edges of their beaks. One briskly and confidently fluttered to the edge of the tub and began to drink. He drank - and kept looking at the other and calling to each other in his own ringing language. Another - a little smaller - was sitting on a branch with a serious look and cautiously squinting at the tub. And apparently he wanted to drink - his beak was gaping from the heat.

And suddenly I saw clearly: that one, the first one, had already been drunk for a long time and was simply encouraging the other by his example, showing that there was nothing terrible here. He continuously jumped along the edge of the tub, lowered his beak, grabbed water and immediately dropped it from his beak, and looked at his brother - called him. The brother on the branch made up his mind, flew to the tub. But as soon as he touched the damp, green edge with his paws, he immediately fluttered frightened back onto the elderberry. And he began to call him again.

And finally got it. The little brother flew over to the tub, sat down uncertainly, fluttering his wings all the time, and got drunk. Both flew away.

V. Bianchi "Foundling"

The boys ruined the heater's nest, broke her testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of broken shells.

Only one of the six testicles I managed to take away from the boys whole.

I decided to save the nestling hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will bring him out of the egg?

Who will feed?

I knew nearby the nest of another bird, the chiffchaff. She just laid her fourth testicle.

But will the mockery accept a foundling? The wheatear egg is pure blue. It is larger and does not at all look like mocking testicles: they are pink with black dots. And what will happen to the wheatear chick? After all, he is about to emerge from the egg, and little chuckles will hatch out only in another twelve days.

Will mockery feed a foundling?

The mocking nest was placed on a birch so low that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch, the chuckle flew off the nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled plaintively, as if begging not to touch her nests.

I put a blue egg to her raspberry ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

The mingling did not return to the nest for a long time. And when, finally, she flew up, she did not immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else's blue egg with distrust.

But still, she sat in the nest. So, she took someone else's egg. The foundling became a foster child.

But what will happen tomorrow when the little wheatear hatches from the egg?

When I approached the birch the next morning, a spout was sticking out on one side of the nest, and a laughing tail on the other.

When she flew off, I looked into the nest. There were four pink testicles and next to them a naked, blind chick of a wheatear.

I hid and soon saw how a mocking caterpillar in its beak flew in and put it in the mouth of a little wheatear.

Now I was almost sure that the laughing would feed my foundling.

Six days have passed. Every day I went up to the nest and each time I saw the beak and tail of the mockingbird sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she keeps up and feed the heater and incubate her eggs.

I quickly moved away so as not to interfere with her in this important matter.

On the seventh day, neither the beak nor the tail stuck out above the nest.

I thought, “It's over! The mocking has left the nest. The little Kamenka starved to death."

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She slept and did not even pull her head up, did not open her mouth: it means she was full.

She has grown so much during these days that she covered with her little body the pink testicles that were barely visible from under her.

Then I guessed that the adopted child thanked his new mother: with the warmth of his body, he warmed her testicles - hatched her chicks.

So it was.

Mocking fed the adopted child, the adopted child hatched her chicks.

He grew up and flew out of the nest in front of my eyes.

And just by this time, the chicks hatched from pink eggs.

Mocking began to feed her own chicks and fed them well.

Issues for discussion

Who is N. Sladkov's story "The Polite Jackdaw" about?

Why did the jackdaw give up its warm spot to another bird?

Listen to the story of M. Prishvin "Guys and ducklings." Can we call this work a fairy tale? Why? (There are no fairy-tale characters in it and no miracles happen.) Can you say that this is a poem? (No, there is no melody, melodiousness in it, the endings of words in the lines do not rhyme, it does not differ in figurativeness.) Who is this story about? Why did the teal duck end up on the road? Where did she go with the ducklings? Why do you think the guys started catching ducklings? How did the duck behave at this time? (She ran after them with her beak open or flew in different directions in the greatest excitement.) Why was she so worried? Who saved the ducklings? What did the duck do when the ducklings were returned to her? How did the story end? What has the author taught you?

About whom is the story of M. Prishvin "Zhurka"? Why is it called that? How did a young crane get to people? Could he fly when his wings were clipped? What did he start doing? How did the hunter's wife call him to her? Tell me what happened when the crane grew clipped wings. How did the story end? Who do you like in the story? Why?

What do you know about swans? What are these birds? Where do they live? And what are geese? Do swans fly away for the winter? When do they return home? Do domestic geese fly south? Listen to how L. Voronkova tells about domestic geese and about swans returning from across the sea to her home. What can you say about how swans cry? Why does Grandpa compare their cry to the sound of a trumpet? So what are the swans doing? (They shout, trumpet, call to each other.) What is another name for swans? Where do the swans fly? Why? Can geese fly into the tundra?

About whom is the story of V. Veresaev "Brother"? What were the sparrows? (Young, small, with fluff showing through feathers.) Were they similar or different? Which of the sparrows did you like more? Why? What was the first sparrow? (Brave, courageous, lively, self-confident.) And what was the second sparrow like? (Shy, timid, cowardly, timid, cautious.) Tell me how the sparrow called his little brother to drink water.