Am I A Very Detailed Writer – Birds?
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There are no explanations for what happened to me.
I still remember flapping my wings around a trunk with old spider webs and little dried twigs, trying to find as many bugs to chew on. When that little pale green fly jumped to my wet black eye, I started flapping my eyelids instead. I was on the ground already, and when I smelled a worm right next to me, my wings swung up and plunked up that yummy sucker. The chewy trembling worm was already in my throat when a swarm of robins and cardinals whispered as they flew, “Run!”
My head rolled as they flew across the pines. That could only mean one thing. The hunters were near.
But I was so stupid. The smell of the wet moss and worms seduced me. I gobbled up more and more. They weren’t easy to get during the snow season, and now that they were around me as if I was in a paradise, so I took the delicious challenge.
I wasn’t a fat bird, but I was a little wild when it came to eating. Its not that mom didn’t feed me that much. But when food is all around you, it is impossible to let go off. A meadowlark living next to my pine tree was so fat because he said that in Seattle, bread crumbs are littered almost everywhere.
I wished to go to the big city, but at the same time, I didn’t want to. A pale brown robin tried scaring everyone about the civilized.
“Don’t believe him, Ena.” Née told me.
My dreams to eat the crumbs knew they weren’t true, but there was something with the city that made me believe that robin (I didn’t even know his name).
Bushes rustled, dirt shook, logs rolled, and powering guns clicked. I spit out the wiggling small, soft pink worm and chirped to fly out.
Bird Watching is said to be one of the most relaxing and peaceful hobbies that anyone can do.
