This page of the site contains stories for preschoolers and primary school students about migratory birds.
Vitaly Bianchi. Night alarm
Almost every night on the outskirts of the city - alarm.
Hearing a noise in the yard, people jump out of bed, stick their heads out the windows. What is it, what happened?
Down in the yard, birds flap their wings loudly, geese cackle, ducks call. Had a ferret attacked them, had a fox crept into the yard?
But what kind of foxes and ferrets are in the stone city, behind the iron gates of houses?
The owners are visiting the yard, visiting the poultry houses. Everything is fine. There is no one, no one could get through strong locks and bolts. It's just that the birds had a bad dream. Now they are calming down.
People lie down in bed, fall asleep peacefully.
And an hour later - again cackle and quack. Turmoil, anxiety. What?
What's there again?
Open the window, hide and listen. Golden sparks of stars twinkle in the black sky. Everything is quiet.
But now, as if someone's elusive shadow glides above, in turn eclipsing the golden heavenly lights. A slight intermittent whistle is heard.
Yard ducks and geese wake up instantly. For a long time, it seemed, having forgotten their will, the birds in a vague impulse beat their wings in the air. They rise on their paws, stretch their necks, scream, scream sadly and sadly. From the high black sky, free, wild sisters answer them with a call. Flock after flock of winged wanderers pull over stone houses, over iron roofs. Duck wings whistle. The guttural roll call of wild geese and geese rings:
Go! th! th! On the road, on the road!
From cold and hunger! On the road, on the road!
The sonorous cackle of migratory birds fades in the distance, and in the depths of the stone courtyard, domestic geese and ducks, long unaccustomed to flight, rush about.
FAREWELL SONG
The foliage on the birches has already thinned out. Lonely sways on a bare branch, a house long abandoned by the owners - a starling house.
Suddenly - what is it? - two starlings flew up. The female slithered into the cowshed, busily swarming in it. The male sat on a branch, sat, looked around ... and sang! But he sang softly, as if to himself.
Here finished. The female flew out of the birdhouse, - rather back to the flock. And he follows her. It's time, it's time: not today tomorrow - on a long journey.
We said goodbye to the house where the guys were brought out in the summer.
They will not forget it, and in the spring they will settle in it again.
From the youngster's diary
THE FIRST TELEGRAM FROM THE FOREST
All songbirds in bright and colorful outfits have disappeared. We did not see how they set off on their journey, because they fly off at night.
Many birds prefer to travel at night: it's safer that way. in the dark they are not touched by falcons, hawks and other predators that have climbed out of the forests and are waiting for them on the way. And migratory birds will find their way to the south even on a dark night.
Flocks of water birds appeared on the Great Sea Route: ducks, divers, geese, waders. Winged travelers make stops at the same places as in spring.
Leaves turn yellow in the forest. The hare brought six more rabbits. These are the last hares this year - leaf fallers.
On the muddy shores of the bays, someone puts crosses at night. All mud is dotted with crosses and dots. We made ourselves a hut on the shore of the creek and want to see who is naughty.
SECOND TELEGRAM FROM THE FOREST
We spied who puts crosses and dots on the mud along the shore of the bay.
It turns out that these are waders.
In the muddy bays they have taverns. They stop here to rest and eat. They walk with their long legs on the soft mud and leave on it the imprints of their three widely spaced fingers. And the dots remain where they stick their long noses into the mud to pull out some small living creatures from it for their breakfast.
We caught a stork that lived all summer on our roof and put a light metal (aluminum) ring on its leg. The inscription is embossed on the ringlet: Moscow, Ognitolog, Committee A, No. 195 (Moscow, Ornithological * Committee, series A, No. 195). Then we released the stork. Let it fly with a ring. If anyone catches him where he will winter, we will find out from the newspapers where our storks' winter quarters are.
The foliage in the forest was completely painted and began to fall.
* Ornithology is the science of birds.
THIRD TELEGRAM FROM THE FOREST
(From our special correspondents)
Cold mornings hit.
On some bushes, the foliage was cut off like a knife. Leaves fall from the trees like rain.
Butterflies, flies, beetles hide in all directions.
Singing migratory birds hurriedly make their way through groves and copses: they are already getting hungry.
Only thrushes do not complain about starvation. They pounced in flocks on bunches of ripe mountain ash.
A cold wind whistles through the bare forest. The trees fall into a deep sleep. No more songs are heard in the forest.
DEPARTURE OF BIRDS FOR THE WINTER
AUTUMN FROM THE SKY
To look at our boundless country from the sky. In autumn. To rise on a stratospheric balloon above a standing forest, above a walking cloud - would be thirty kilometers above the ground. You still won’t see the end-edge of our earth, but see what is visible all around, it’s huge from there. Unless, of course, the sky is clear, a solid cloud does not cover the earth from the eyes - a shell.
And it will seem from such a height that our whole earth is in motion: something is moving over forests, steppes, mountains, seas ...
These are birds. Countless bird flocks.
Our migratory ones leave their homeland - they fly for wintering.
Some, of course, remain: sparrows, pigeons, jackdaws, bullfinches, siskins, tits, woodpeckers and other trifles. All wild chickens except quails. Large goshawk, large owls. But even these predators have little work to do in winter: most of the birds, after all, fly away from us for the winter. Departure begins from the end of summer: the first to fly are those that arrived last in the spring. And it lasts all autumn, until the waters are covered with ice. The last to fly away from us are those that first appeared in the spring: rooks, larks, starlings, ducks, gulls ...
WHO WHERE
Do you think that flying from the stratospheric balloon to wintering is a continuous flow of bird flocks from north to south? Now it's gone!
Different types of birds fly away at different times, most fly at night: it's safer that way. And not everyone is flying to spend the winter from north to south. There are birds that fly from east to west in autumn. Others, on the contrary, from west to east. And we also have those that fly straight to the north for the winter!
Our special correspondents telegraph us by wireless telegraph, transmit by wireless mail - by radio - where someone is flying and how the winged wanderers feel on the way.
FROM WEST TO EAST
"Whose! Whose! Che-th!" - so the red lentil canaries spoke in a flock. They began their journey from the shores of the Baltic Sea, from the Leningrad and Novgorod regions back in August. They fly slowly: there is enough food everywhere - where to rush? Not to fly to their homeland - curl nests, bring out kids.
We saw them on the flight through the Volga, through the Ural low range, and now we see them in Baraba - the West Siberian steppe. Day after day they move all the way to the east, all to the east - in the direction where the sun rises. They fly from grove to grove: the whole Baraba steppe is in pegs - birch groves.
They try to fly at night, and during the day they rest and feed. Although they fly in flocks and each bird in the flock looks both ways, so as not to get into trouble, it still happens: they don’t guard themselves, and a hawk will grab one or two of them. There are too many of them here, in Siberia: sparrow hawk, falcons - white-throated hobbies, merlin ... Swift-winged - passion! As long as you fly from peg to peg - how many will be snatched out! Still better at night: fewer owls.
Here, in Siberia, bundles of lentils: through the Altai mountains, through the desert of Mongolia, - how many more of them, little ones, are dying on a difficult journey! - in hot India. They winter there.
BRIEF HISTORY OF THE RING # F-197357
A light metal ring No. F-197357 was put on the leg of a polar tern chick - a slender gull - by one of our young Russian scientists. It was in the Kandalaksha Reserve on the White Sea - beyond the Arctic Circle - on July 5, 1955.
At the end of July of the same year, as soon as the chicks took to the wings, the Arctic terns gathered in a flock and set off on their winter journey. We headed first to the north - to the throat of the White Sea, then to the west - along the northern coast of the Kola Peninsula, then to the south - along the coasts of Norway, England, Portugal, all of Africa. They rounded the Cape of Good Hope and moved east: from the Atlantic Ocean to the Indian.
On May 16, 1956, a young Arctic tern with ring No. 197357 was caught by one Australian scientist on the western coast of Australia near the city of Fremantle - 24 thousand kilometers in a direct direction from the Kandalaksha Reserve.
Her stuffed animal with a ring on a leg is stored in the Australian Zoological Museum in Perth.
FROM EAST TO WEST
Clouds of ducks and whole clouds of gulls hatch every summer on Lake Onega. Autumn comes - these clouds and clouds move to the west - to sunset. A flock of pintail ducks, a flock of gray gulls set off on their way to winter quarters. We will follow them by plane.
Do you hear a sharp whistle? Behind him is the splash of water, the sound of wings, the desperate quacking of ducks, the cries of seagulls! ..
It was pintails and gulls that settled down to rest on a forest lake, and the peregrine falcon migratory falcon overtook them here. As a long shepherd's whip whistled through the air, swept over the very back of a duck rising into the air - cut it with the claw of the back finger, sharp as a curved knife. Having dangled its long neck with a whip, the wounded bird did not have time to fall into the lake, when the swift falcon turned sharply, clawed it just above the water, killed it with one blow of its steel beak to the back of the head, and carried it away for lunch.
This peregrine falcon is the unfortunate misfortune of a duck flock. Together with her, he set off from Lake Onega, with her he passed Leningrad, the Gulf of Finland, Latvia ... When he is full, he looks indifferently, sitting somewhere on a rock or tree, how seagulls fly over the water, how somersaults on the water duck head down. How they rise from the water and, having gathered in a bunch or stretched out like a rein, continue their journey to the west - to where the sun sinks in a yellow ball into the gray waters of the Baltic Sea. But, as soon as the peregrine falcon gets hungry, he quickly catches up with his flock, and snatches a duck out of it.
So he will fly after them along the shores of the Baltic, North, German seas, fly over the British Isles after them - and only near their coast, perhaps, this winged wolf will finally get rid of them. Here, our ducks and gulls will stay for the winter, and if he wants, he will fly south for other flocks of ducks - to France, Italy, across the Mediterranean Sea to sultry Africa.
TO THE NORTH, TO THE NORTH - TO THE END OF MIDNIGHT!
Eider ducks - the very ones that give us such amazingly warm and light fluff for fur coats - calmly bred their chicks on the White Sea - in the Kandalaksha Reserve. For many years now, eiders have been guarded here, and students and scientists ring them: they put light metal rings with numbers on their legs in order to know where the eiders fly away from the reserve, where they winter, how many eiders return back to the reserve, to their nesting grounds and various other details of the life of these wonderful birds.
And then we learned that eiders fly from the reserve almost directly to the north - to the midnight region, to the Arctic Ocean, where harp seals live and beluga whales sigh loudly and long.
The White Sea will soon be covered with thick ice, and eiders have nothing to feed on here in winter. And there, in the north, the water is open all year round, seals and huge white whales fish there.
Eiders pluck mollusks from rocks and algae - underwater shells. For them, the northern birds, the main thing is that it is satisfying. And even if there is a terrible frost, and water all around, and pitch darkness, it is not scary for them: they have fur coats on eiderdown, on impenetrable for the cold, the warmest down in the world! Yes, every now and then there are flashes - wonderful northern lights in the sky, and a huge moon, and clear stars. What is it that the sun does not look out of the ocean for several months? Polar ducks are still good, satisfying and free to spend the long polar winter-night there.
MYSTERIES OF FLIGHTS
Why do some birds fly straight to the south, others to the north, still others to the west, and fourth to the east"?
Why do many birds fly away from us only when the water freezes or snow falls, and they have nothing else to feed on, while others, for example, swifts, fly away from us at their own time - exactly on the calendar, even though there is as much food for them as you want ?
And most importantly, most importantly: how do they know where to fly in the fall, where their winter quarters are, and how to get there?
In fact: a bird hatched from an egg here - say, somewhere near Moscow or Leningrad. And it flies to South Africa or India for the winter. And we have such a fast-winged falcon - so he flies from Siberia to the ends of the world - to Australia itself. He will stay there a little, and then he will fly back to us in Siberia, by our spring.
STORK
This is our old friend:
He lives on the roof of the house -
Long-legged, long-nosed,
Long necked, voiceless.
He flies to hunt
Follow the frogs to the swamp.
Since ancient times, people have considered white storks as a symbol of good luck and success. If storks have built a nest on the roof of a house, this should certainly bring happiness to its owner.
People have made up many legends about storks. According to one of them, storks bring newborn babies to parents, and according to another, storks often throw precious stones into the chimneys of chimneys on which they built a nest. On the Annunciation, for the arrival of storks, they baked cookies with the image of a stork. Children threw cookies up and asked the stork to bring a good harvest.
From time immemorial, storks have settled next to humans. The male stork chooses a girlfriend with whom he lives all his life. A pair of storks make a large nest of branches, usually in trees or rocks, but more often on man-made structures: houses, tall factory chimneys, or on power pylons.
The nest serves as a cozy home for storks for many years. Every year, returning from warm countries in the spring, storks repair the nest, weave new branches into it.
In mid-spring, the female lays 3 to 8 eggs. They are incubated by both parents. After 4-6 weeks, small storks hatch from the eggs. After another two months, the chicks begin to learn to fly and go with their parents to the first hunt.
Storks feed on frogs and lizards, as well as mollusks, worms, insects and their larvae.
MYSTERY
This white-winged bird
Do not sit in the zoo.
To make people smile
It flies to them with a bundle ... (stork)
(N. Dobrota) FOLK SIGNS A flying stork portends to those who see it health and harvest, marriage and health; motionless stork - illness, drought, celibacy. Money in your pocket at a meeting with a stork promises wealth, and empty pockets - losses.
HERON
Standing on one leg
Staring into the water
Pokes beak at random -
Looking for frogs in the river.
(A. Painting)
Of course, you guessed that these verses are dedicated to the heron. Herons live on the banks of reservoirs and swamps of all continents of our planet, except for Antarctica.
Herons' favorite food is small fish and frogs. Watching for prey, the heron can stand motionless in one place for a long time, sometimes leaning on one leg. Seeing the approaching fish, the heron makes a sharp movement of the head and grabs the prey. The special structure of the neck allows the heron to make very fast and sharp lunges with his head.
Frogs see only moving objects, so they simply do not notice a stationary heron. And the heron lures fish by moving its long toes in the water. The fish think that it is worms crawling along the bottom and swimming right into the heron's beak.
Herons settle in large families, nests are arranged in trees, or even just on the ground. The female lays large greenish eggs, from which chicks hatch after about a month. They are completely naked and helpless. The chicks ask for food all the time, and the male heron has to spend all day looking for food. The female remains in the nest. When the chicks grow up a little, the female goes hunting with the male.
It is interesting to watch herons fly. While most other birds stretch their necks and heads forward, herons, on the contrary, pull their necks deep into their shoulders.
Some species of herons have a peculiar mane of long feathers on their head, neck or back.
PUZZLES
This bird has
The beak is like two spokes.
She walks on the water
Every now and then the nose bathes.
(Heron)
* * *
Who is standing in the swamp
On one leg in a nap?
Who has a drop on his beak?
Well, of course, this is ... (heron)
SPARROW
sparrows,
Gray feathers!
Peck, peck crumbs
From my palm!
(S. Egorov)
Sparrows are old neighbors of man. They build their nests next to people's houses, and sometimes right on them - under the roof, in the cracks of the walls or behind the cornices of windows and doors. Sparrows are surprisingly unpretentious. They eat any food, help gardeners, destroying harmful insects. But on occasion, they can also harm crops, pecking out grains. "Bey the thief!" - shouted the peasants in the old days, seeing a flock of small birds in their fields. Hence the name of the sparrow.
Sparrows are city and field. City sparrows are small gray birds, and field sparrows are brighter - they have a brown cap on their heads and two light stripes on their wings.
daring sparrow
Shown off the asphalt
In front of a flock of doves
And jump and somersault.
(Yu. Parfenov)
Sparrows communicate with each other with loud chirps, reporting on feeding sites or that a predator is sneaking up on the flock. Together it is easier to find food and avoid danger. Sometimes a flock of sparrows fought back even a formidable hawk!
During the warm season, the sparrow manages to lay eggs 2–3 times and breed. Scientists have calculated that with such fertility, sparrows should have already forced out all other birds from our planet. But this does not happen, because not all chicks survive, dying in the claws and beaks of predatory animals and birds.
MYSTERY
little boy
In a gray coat
Sneaking around the yards
Collects crumbs.
(Sparrow) PROVERBS AND SAYINGS
A hungry sparrow sits on the chaff.
And the sparrow chirps at the cat.
You can't fool an old sparrow on the chaff.
MARTIN
Warms the hot sun
Streams murmur in the yard,
And at our window
A flock of swallows are screaming.
We flew up ... Hush, hush ...
With a cry curl around the porch.
These are the swallows under the roof
Build nests for chicks.
(N. Zabila)
One of the fastest birds are swallows. The shape of their body is ideally adapted for flight, the wings are arrow-shaped, and the tail is forked. Outwardly, swallows look like swifts.
The legs of the swallows are weak, it is difficult for them to support the body. Therefore, swallows never walk on the ground. They are always in flight, and when they get tired, they sit on tree branches or telegraph wires. Even swallows drink on the fly, scooping up water from the river with their beaks.
Like other migratory birds, with the onset of cold weather, swallows fly south for wintering, to warm countries. In the spring they always return to their native places.
By the behavior of swallows, you can predict the weather. If the swallows circle high in the sky, it will be warm and dry. But they fly almost at the very ground - which means it will rain soon. Why is that? It turns out that before the rain, insects that get moisture from the atmosphere descend to the surface of the earth. The hunters-swallows rush after them.
Swallows build nests from lumps of clay, connecting them with saliva. In the village killer whale, the entrance to the nest is located from above, and in the city swallow - on the side. Inside the nest is lined with down and feathers. Sand swallows dig holes in the slopes of steep river banks.
MYSTERY
Comes to us with warmth
The path has been long.
Building a house under the window
From grass and clay.
(Swallow) FOLK SIGNS
Early swallows - for a happy harvest year.
The swallow begins the day, the nightingale ends the evening.
Swallows fly high in the sky - for good weather, and if low - for rain.
The cuckoo brings news of summer, the swallow brings warm days.
Stories to read in elementary school. Stories about a sparrow, a story about a smart titmouse, a story about a sparrow, a story about a swift.
Stories about birds by Nikolai Sladkov.
Nikolay Sladkov. winter debts
Sparrow chirped on a dunghill - and jumps! And the Crow-hag croaks with its nasty voice:
- What, Sparrow, rejoiced at, why did you chirp?
“The wings itch, Crow, the nose itches,” Sparrow replies. - Passion to fight hunting! And don't croak here, don't spoil my spring mood!
- I'll ruin it! - Crow does not lag behind. How can I ask a question!
- In scared!
- And I'll scare you. Did you peck crumbs in the garbage in the winter?
- Pecked.
- Did you pick up grain at the barnyard?
- Picked.
- Did you have lunch in the bird cafeteria near the school?
Thanks guys for feeding me.
- That's it! - Crow yells. - With what
Are you paying for all this? With your chirp-chirp?
- And I used one, or what? 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! crows 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 it, Crow?”
- I'll 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 don’t vouch for others either!” - 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!
“I haven’t forgotten, Sparrow, that you are!” Sinitsa answers. - 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, did you fly into the forest to me?
“Yes, they demand payment from me,” Sparrow chirps. - And you, Woodpecker, how do you pay?
“I’m trying so hard,” 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, the truth! 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.
Nikolay Sladkov. Arithmetic titmouse
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!" some shout.
"Four-four-four!" others cheerfully respond.
Arithmetic titmouse.
Nikolay Sladkov. Sparrow Spring
Song under the window
In the spring, song masters sing in the forests and fields: nightingales, larks. People listen with bated breath. I know a lot of bird songs. I will hear - and immediately I will tell who sings. But now I didn't guess.
I woke up very early. Suddenly I hear: outside the window, behind the curtain, some kind of bird was brought in in the bushes. Then a voice, but so pleasant, as if two crystals had hit each other. And then just like a sparrow: “Chiv! Chiv!
A crystal - a sparrow, a sparrow - a crystal. Yes, everything is hot, everything is faster, everything is louder!
I went over in my memory all the bird songs - no, I had never heard such a song.
And the invisible bird is not appeased: with a crystal - a sparrow, a sparrow - with a crystal!
Here you can’t lie down under a warm blanket! I jumped up, pulled back the curtain and saw: an ordinary sparrow is sitting on a bush! Old friend! Chiv - Plucked Back of the Head. He flew all winter to my windowsill for crumbs. But now Chiv is not alone, but with a girlfriend. Girlfriend sits quietly and cleans feathers. And Chivu can't sit still. He chirps at the top of his lungs and, like a clockwork, jumps around his girlfriend from branch to branch - from step to step. Thin branches beat one against the other and ring like crystals. Because they ring, that rain water has frozen on them with thin icicles.
"Chiv!" - sparrow. "Ding!" - icicle.
And so it turns out well and well, she-she, no worse than the honored singers - Solovyov and larks.
sparrow nights
All winter the sparrow Chiv lived in an old chimney. The terrible winter nights dragged on for a long time: frost shot, the wind shook the chimney and poured ice grains from above. Chilled legs, frost grew on feathers.
great day
The sun is higher every day. Every night, at least for a sparrow's lope, but in short.
And then he came - the Great day: the sun rose so high that it looked to Chiv in a black pipe.
Icicle water
Icicles on the roofs. During the day, water drips from icicles. This is a special water - icicle. Chiv is very fond of icicle water. It will bend over from the ledge and deftly pick up with its beak an icicle droplet, similar to a droplet of the sun. After drinking water, Chiv starts jumping and chirping so desperately that passers-by stop, smile and say: “Come to life, smoking room!”
Cap! Cap!
The bushes were filled with water. On each branch of a garland of drops. A sparrow will sit down - a sparkling rain! He bends down to drink, and a drop from under his very nose - drip! Sparrow to the other, the other - cap!
Skok, skok sparrow, drip, drip droplets.
spring ringing
Got frost. Each wet branch was dressed in an ice case. The sparrow sat down on an inclined branch - and rolled down, as if from a hill. The titmouse also slipped - hung upside down. The crow flew off into the very thick of the boughs - now it made a ringing!
Retumble
News every day. There are insects in the air! Chiv took off from the roof in a column, grabbed a bug on the fly and, having made a somersault in the air, sank down onto the pipe. Chiv ate bugs and flies, and strange things began to happen to him. He suddenly grabbed his old friend Chirik by the scruff of the neck and began to pat him like a dog to a cat. Chirik yelled, jerked his legs, beat his wings. But Chiv ruffled him and ruffled him until he pulled out a tuft of feathers from him. They've been friends all winter. And they drank water from one icicle. And washed in the neighboring puddles. Only the water after Chirik became not black, but red. Because all winter Chirik slept in a crack in a brick chimney.
And now everything has gone upside down.
steps
The drooping willow branches look like green hair. There are nodules, nodules on each hair.
These are kidneys.
Raindrops roll down the branches, merrily jumping from bud to bud. So the guys jump down the stairs on one leg.
Willow sparkles and smiles.
Green butterflies
On the poplars, the buds strained and burst. From each bud, like a butterfly from a chrysalis, a green leaf hatched.
The sparrows perched on the branches and began to peck at sticky green butterflies. Help themselves; one eye up - is there a hawk, the other down - is the cat climbing?
Brawlers
From the icicle water and the sun, from the beetles and flies, from the fresh leaves, the sparrows were stunned. Fights here and there! Two will grapple on the roof - a dozen rush towards them. They cling to each other, flutter, shout and fall like a feathered garland from the roof onto the heads of passers-by.
song tree
In the evening, all sparrows - beaten and unbeaten - flock to a special tree - the tree of songs. They see off the day in a friendly chorus. So, with a song, they see off every day of spring.
Passers-by are happy to listen to the sparrow choir, smiling.
commotion
Chiv and his mate Chuka built the nest in a crack under the eaves. They lined it with feathers, hair, cotton wool, hay and rags. And Chuka brought a candy wrapper and two tram tickets: pink and blue. It turned out very comfortable. Chiv remembered his chimney and regretted that he had not guessed to meet Chuka earlier.
And suddenly - creak, creak, creak! In the cradle, a plasterer was climbing up to the eaves. He got up and with his spatula began to close up the cracks under the eaves.
What started here! All sparrows jump to him! They jump along the very edge of the roof, scolding the plasterer with all their voices. But the plasterer does not understand the sparrow language: he covers up the cracks and brushes off the sparrows with a spatula. And he threw away the nest of Chiva and Chuka. Feathers, cotton wool, hair, hay and rags flew in the wind. And the wrapper and tickets fell down.
Cradle house
Chiv and Chuka occupied the birdhouse. The wind swayed the pole, and their new house swayed along with the pole. Chiv was swayed and nodding. Chuka did not doze: she again carried feathers, cotton wool and dry blades of grass into the nest. And again she brought a candy wrapper and tram tickets.
Eviction
The owners of the birdhouse returned from the south - serious black starlings. Silently, working busily, they threw Chiva and Chuka out of the birdhouse, and finally their entire nest. Again, feathers, cotton wool, blades of grass, candy wrappers and tram tickets flew in the wind.
Petal blizzard
A blizzard is whistling. The white snow of apple petals flows through the streets. And there are whirlwinds in dead ends. White swirls from apple petals.
Once!
Heard Chiva. He sat at his old nest - on an abandoned old pipe. He sat and chirped in a voice that was not his own. Because he had a caterpillar sticking out in his beak, like a cigarette. And he chirped without opening his mouth, "through his teeth." Once!
Sparrow spring is over. Mouth full of trouble!
Nikolay Sladkov. Swift secret
Remember the fairy tale about Heinz? Heinz was such a lazy person that he even rested after sleeping. And, most importantly, nothing bad was done to him because of his laziness.
“Probably, there is no harm from laziness!” I decided.
And it turned out - it happens!
I love birds very much - I always mess around with them. My house is full of cells. And in the cages there are not some siskins, bullfinches or tap dancers. Snegirik siskins are a preschool stage for a bird lover. Any kid can keep them.
Our most tender birds live with me - kinglets, wrens, long-tailed titmouses. If you manage to withstand such, then you are a birder of the highest class!
That's what everyone thought I was. And I was honored and respected by all lovers. At a meeting, it used to be that they took off their hats and showed a finger in the back: “The connoisseur has gone!”
But suddenly a stranger comes to me. He looked at my birds and grinned:
- Kinglets and wrens - not the limit. The highest class is a swift! - and left.
It was a challenge. The next day I caught a swift. Catching them is easy. They lived in my own house, under the eaves.
Strizh did not eat or drink anything. Lying motionless at the bottom of the cage. I had to release.
Caught the second one. I drank this by force. He gave water exactly at those hours when freestyle swifts flew to the lake and from the flight, having broken their sharp wings over their backs, grabbed water with their beaks. I also force-fed the swift. He fed him the same fly mosquitoes that he found in his mouth when he caught him. Swifts carry not one mosquito into the nest, but collect a whole lump of them in their mouths.
And I put the cage with the swift on the roof, in the fresh air. And he arranged a cave for him with a nest for the night. Everything is like freestyle swifts!
Swift ate, drank, restlessly climbed the net, and by morning he was so weak that he had to be released.
I then put two in a cage at once. Maybe they, like my kinglets and longtails, cannot live alone?
Had to be released a day later. Both were barely alive.
I love birds. And although I was bitter, I could no longer put swifts in a cage. I decided to unravel their secret on freestyle swifts. He tied a paper ribbon to the foot of the swift and released it. And he took binoculars, climbed onto the roof and began to follow.
Swift flew out to hunt at dawn. He flew to the bell tower, then to the factory chimney, then to the lake. And back - to feed the chicks. From the nest to the bell tower, from the bell tower to the chimney, from the chimney to the lake and back - five kilometers. The swift hunted until sunset. And it turned out that he flew more than five hundred kilometers in a day! And so after all every day!
I realized that even I, an old birder, could not withstand a swift in a cage. And you guys, and even more so!
Everyone knows that you can drive a horse. Even a hare can be driven if you chase it without a break. Falls, kicks up with its paws - and it's ready! It looks like a swift. Just the opposite. His heart, lungs, muscles - everything is adapted for a great flight. And suddenly - you can't! Suddenly - a cell! And the swift weakens and dies from ... rest.
Well, how can you not remember about the lazy Heinz? If he knew about swifts, he would be afraid to rest after sleep!
Rogoleva Elena Gennadievna
Tale of migratory birds "On the lake"
On the far lake, among the green reeds lived, there were different birds. wild geese, motley mallard ducks and white swans swam all summer long lake, caught flying butterflies and dragonflies with their wide beaks, dived under water for small fish, went for a walk on the shore, nibbling juicy green grass.
Long-legged herons walked along the very edge of the water, catching green frogs with their long beaks.
Well they lived together! They built nests, laid eggs, and hatched chicks. And then they taught them to swim and fly, to catch butterflies and dragonflies, to clean their feathers with their beaks.
loved birds to their lake, did not fly far.
But once a cold wind blew, and rained down on lake beautiful butterflies. Young ducks and geese shouted:
See how many butterflies! Catch them!
They began to grab the butterflies with their beaks, but they turned out to be completely tasteless.
Ha-ha-ha! - the old wise Goose cackled. - These are not butterflies, these are yellow leaves from trees. Autumn has come.
It got colder every day. The insects disappeared, the fish swam deep to the bottom, the frogs hid under the snags, the grass turned yellow and withered.
The young got excited birds.
What? We have absolutely nothing to eat! Our paws freeze in cold water! We will die of hunger and cold!
Ha-ha-ha! the wise old Goose cackled again. - Winter is coming soon. Water on lake freeze and turn to ice. It's time for us to get ready for the long journey!
Ha-ha-ha! Quack-quack-quack! - young people murmured birds. - Where? Why? We do not want!
We will fly to warm lands, because we are - migratory birds. We will spend the whole winter there, and in the spring we will return back to our lake, - the old wise Goose reassured everyone.
No sooner said than done. Become birds gather on a long journey. The herons flew first. They circled over lake, flapped their big wings and disappeared behind the forest.
Ducks and geese followed the herons. Ahead is the main bird - the leader, and behind it, like an even wedge, the rest birds. Shouted their farewell song and disappeared into the distance.
The last to leave were the white swans. It became quiet lake cold and sad...
But let's not be sad! A snowy, frosty winter will pass, and migratory birds will return to the lake again to your beloved homeland.
Questions about fairy tale.
loved birds own lake or not? How did they live there?
Why birds flew away from your beloved lakes?
What is called birds who fly to warmer climes?
Who flew first? Who is behind the herons? Who is the last?
Why birds returning back?
name others migratory birds that you know.
Stories about the life of birds. Birds are our friends.
Kovrigin Artyom, 1st grade, MAOU Gymnasium No. 25 of the city of Kostroma, Kostroma RegionSupervisor: Kuznetsova Ekaterina Alekseevna, MAOU Gymnasium No. 25 of the city of Kostroma, Kostroma Region
Description: Artyom composed and drew these mini-stories and drawings on his own, as he loves to read and watch birds.
Purpose: Mini-stories can be of interest to educators, elementary school teachers, teachers of additional education, and used in the lesson of the world around.
Target: the formation of ideas about birds through reading a story.
Tasks:
- Tell about the life of birds;
- Develop attention, curiosity, memory;
- To cultivate a sense of kindness, sympathy, mercy for all living organisms, for retelling.
Pink flamingo.
A bird from the flamingo order. The color of these birds is pale pink, the wings are purple-red.
The body length is 130 cm, body weight is 3-4 kg. Pink flamingos usually live in large salt water lakes, in sea lagoons.
They feed in shallow water, in hard-to-reach places.
The nests of these birds are cone-shaped (hill) made of clay and silt. Birds nest in colonies of up to a thousand pairs with each other. The clutch usually contains 1-3 eggs. The duration of the flamingo is 83 years.
Eagle.
The eagle is a large bird of prey. Eagles have long, sharp claws and a strong beak. The color of the eagles is dark brown, black. The tail and head are white, the beak and claws are yellow. The eagle has sharp eyesight, thanks to them he looks out for small prey (snakes, mice, lizards) from a great height.
In the air, he soars high, notices the smallest movements on the ground. If he sees something edible, he dives down for prey. Eagles live away from humans, choosing mountainous areas.
Owl.
One of my favorite birds is the owl. The owl is a very beautiful, unusual bird. The owl has big eyes and big ears, a curved beak, sharp claws. Owls range in size from the smallest to the largest bird species. The smallest is the sparrow owl. The largest is the owl. These birds are nocturnal, have sharp eyesight and hearing. Owls are birds of prey. They feed on small animals: rats, voles, small snakes, fish and other birds. Owls also bring benefits, they destroy harmful insects and rodents.
Once a year they breed their offspring. The chicks hatch blind and deaf. Both parents feed the chicks. Owls never gather in flocks. Birds (owls) hear four times better than a cat.
I love these birds.
Bullfinch.
The bullfinch is rather small in size, slightly larger than the sparrow. Length-15 cm, body weight-34 gr. Bullfinches are dark gray, blue, with black plumage around the beak and eyes. Belly and sides are red. Bullfinches live in coniferous forests; you can see them in city parks and gardens. Bullfinches are shy birds. Birds feed on kidney seeds of plants, berries. Life expectancy is 2-4 years.
