LIFE BEGINS. A short story by @scarletmedia #fiction

*Steemians, let's take a break shall we?.... Thank God it's Friday

It's story time!

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One beautiful day, I watched two little brown birds building a nest in a tree. It was the time for mating, the loveliest season of the year; all nature was radiant and beautiful. Green leaves covered the trees; flowers were blooming everywhere. Fascinated, I watched those little birds flitting about, searching for the materials needed for their nest.

The male bird was very active, bringing all kinds of twigs and grass and other things. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy the task of building a home for his future family. But the little lady bird was not idle by any means. In fact, she was the one who made many of the decisions, as together they built their nest.

Then something strange began to happen. When the nest was half built, the little lady evidently decided that the place was not suitable. Some hidden instinct told her that she was building her nest too close to the neighbour's cat! So she tore it all apart and started building again in a safer spot. And regardless of how much her mate might protest, she apparently let him know that in this matter her decision must be final. It was his job to feed and protect the family, hers to raise the brood.

When the nest was finally completed, the little mother took some of her own downy feathers to carpet the floor of the little home. Then she laid three tiny eggs in it, and covered them with the warmth and protection of her own body. What a scene of beauty and peace!

On a branch nearby, her mate was perched, singing as if his very throat would burst with pride and melody. He wanted everyone to know that this was his home, his family. Several times each day he took her place on the nest while she flew off for food and rest.

After a few weeks, there came a day of great excitement. The young birds were chipping their way through their egg-shells and stepping out into the world for themselves. Of course they were not yet ready to live on their own. They had no feathers. Their beaks were still fragile, but their mouths were constantly open for food. From dawn till dusk, the parent birds flew back and forth bringing food for their hungry youngsters. And how those little ones could eat! They never seemed to be satisfied. They grew rapidly, amid much chirping, and in a few more weeks were ready to care for themselves. As soon as their feathers were fully grown, they were taught to fly, and thereafter they were able to live on their own.

THE END

#FICTION

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