This is a true story...
with a beak full of juicy fat worms.
She and her hubby feed all the babes,
all day they take it in turns.
The robins have already fledged you know,
I found a baby one stuck in the shed.
I rescued him, wrapped in a tea-towel,
and took him outside instead.
I placed him amid the Forget-Me-Nots,
an adult flew down right away.
And fed him a juicy fat tit-bit,
and then they both hopped away.
These robins are awfully busy,
one nest-full has already fledged.
They're building again in the old tree-bole,
but I wish they had chosen the hedge!
Another brood it seems they are planning,
but I wish that they wouldn't build there.
Each time that they do, the cat eats the babes,
I wish they'd fly off and build it elsewhere.
Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2009-04-30 at 01:54
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My Garden Birds.
Mrs. Blackbird's on the shed,with a beak full of juicy fat worms.
She and her hubby feed all the babes,
all day they take it in turns.
The robins have already fledged you know,
I found a baby one stuck in the shed.
I rescued him, wrapped in a tea-towel,
and took him outside instead.
I placed him amid the Forget-Me-Nots,
an adult flew down right away.
And fed him a juicy fat tit-bit,
and then they both hopped away.
These robins are awfully busy,
one nest-full has already fledged.
They're building again in the old tree-bole,
but I wish they had chosen the hedge!
Another brood it seems they are planning,
but I wish that they wouldn't build there.
Each time that they do, the cat eats the babes,
I wish they'd fly off and build it elsewhere.
Poetry by normalil
Read 1018 times
Written on 2009-04-30 at 01:54
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