LITTLE BIRD

"Mommy I'm not sleepy Tell me a story until I fall asleep?

"Hmm ... listen.....

“Has my son ever seen yellow birds?

"Yeah, Mommy, there's yellow longs and black ones around the neck, right?"

"Hmm ... the bird is a little big, the bird is a little small"

"They are very free, aren't they? My mother does not go to school or tuition. No work at home. Right?

“But my son, they have no home. You have to go far to find things to eat. Annoyed by other big animals. It gets wet in the rain, it dries in the sun and there is no water for thirst.

“What are they eating, Mom? "The son of a small insect like a small worm"

“Let me tell you a beautiful story from the past. There was a beautiful pair of yellow birds that came to our country because it was difficult to stay in those countries during the winter. They wake up every morning and sing a beautiful song until sunrise.

"It's raining, isn't it, Mommy, the sun does not shine, it's cold

"So, my son, when these two were singing like that at sunrise, both of them got hungry. We catch a worm or an insect and the two of us fly away. When he goes like this, he goes screaming and the bird flies in different directions and the bird sings and then flies away.

Please go this way, there is water on that side too. The bird followed and said but the bird started moving fast in different directions. The bird was a little annoyed, but she loved the bird and went in the direction she was going. Although they happily flew around all day, they both remembered to come back to the habitual tree in the evening.

“During that time, the son had to build a cage for the two of them. You know what? A few eggs were growing in the mother's belly to form two little chicks. Mom and Dad worked together to make a nest, and they flew everywhere to find pieces of wood, logs, and cotton. So I worked hard for a few days to make the cage.

“Mom, why do they make branches out of trees? “Why would a son do that to save his offspring from other animals? “Mommy, who's teaching them to build houses?

"Those animals have that ability from birth. Why did we teach our son to play the piano now?" You beat it alone when you were little ”

"So, Mom, did those two have babies?" "It's not the chicks, but the mother bird that lays the eggs." . "Then in a month or two the eggs in the birdcage will be alternately heated and covered with wings."

After a while the eggs hatch and the chicks hatch. Then the son and parents get busy.

It's not too far away at that time. For the protection of the pups. But they bring food for a few days and then they go and eat it ”

So one day while the son was doing that, a heavy rain came. It rained heavily and a strong wind blew. The tree began to fall, and the birds were so frightened that they cried out. There were three chicks and they flew away and fell to the ground. Two fell to the ground and died. While the other was lying on the ground, he grabbed a fox and ate it. Mom and Dad are so sad, do they both scream and cry?

Mother and father are very sad, are they screaming and crying? The mother bird began to scream constantly as if moaning. The bird father is also sad. Kirilla can't bear the sadness even though he says don't cry. The mother and father of the birds were there to see the faces of the chicks after months of hard work and searching for food, warming the eggs and holding a thousand hopes. They are very sad and lonely. The way the sun, rain, wind harms the helpless animals without any mercy, son, is it sad for us too, isn't it? Who to tell this sadness?

That's why they come to that tree for days. Mother bird work is the only one crying because the memory of the three cubs curling around the tree comes to mind. When I wake up in the morning, I remember the litter. All of a sudden it flies back to that tree. The bird is angry now and won't listen to anything. Even the bird is sad even though he is patient. Because it is the offspring of both. Even if the father bird makes up his mind, the mother cannot. Even though he sings songs to comfort his heart, Kirilli hears the songs of the bird father as sad ones.

"Let's fly far away

Let's go to a beautiful forest

Forget the memory

Let's sing with me without crying"

This bird sang a song, mother bird was very sad.

"My children are not with me today

Where did we go alone?

Not for me

Even if you say it now, I can't" mother bird sang very sadly with tears in his eyes, looking at the distant empty sky.

Mother Harima is beautiful, isn't that song? Who taught them to sing?

"Son, people make songs by looking at nature, people feel the charm of nature that way. Beautiful birds, wild animals, rivers, streams, sun, moon, stars, waterfalls, flowers, butterflies, wasps, bees, sky, clouds, waterfalls, sea, honey, fruits, vegetables and potatoes, everything that is cooked and eaten is the nature of the son. Let us know. Nothing more than that.

"Why, mother, trees, vines, grass, small animals?

"Yes, my son, all of that is a free gift given to us by the nature religion. Everything has a color, mother, why doesn't the wind have a color or a shape? My son, if the wind had a color, because there is wind everywhere, we would see the world in one color. Nature has wonderfully separated the colors and allowed us to enjoy them without giving color only to the wind. We see everything as it is through a colorless glass, don't we? Imagine if the wind had a color, it would look the same instead of looking differently, just like looking through a colored mirror. Then we will get bored.

How does mom know so much?

"This is it, son, since I went to school, I listened to what good teachers said, and I always got used to thinking and looking at the world in a new way. Began to think freely. I thought about everything that I was very curious about. Like my son, I also asked my mother and teachers. I read a lot of books and scholarly articles. Tested, looked, tried. As a hobby, I talked to the trees in the forest. I thought that the trees and animals were like our close relatives. I did not break even a leaf of a tree. The way the color of the flower petals has changed, the way the beautiful color of the bird's wings has spread and looked with passion. Some things can't be imagined even today. I took old books and pasted not only beautiful bird wings, flower petals, leaves, mushrooms, but also animals like dead butterflies, insects, flies and mosquitoes in my book.

"So mom, I also want to do those things. I will start from tomorrow”

Well, now let my son sleep. Wake up tomorrow morning and go to the garden. Good night, son

Good night mom