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Song of the Morning Morning light peeped into our hollow. The birds, noticing this, scrambled outside, explaining to my dumb question that the common morning song would begin now. I did not want to miss, and asked to wait for me until I heat up my clutch. And he watched again, and in his eyes was read curiosity and ... pride in me? Birds also sat on the branches of neighboring hollows. There were no sounds, but the whole broadcast was filled with conversations. I could not resist and listened quickly. The topics, in general, were quite common: some couples followed my example and also sat down on eggs; someone finally found that the grove below was full of flowers, and the first berries were poured out on the bushes, and was in a hurry to inform everyone about it; some were just talking, whose general meaning was “Are you here? - Yes and you? - Me too, and I'm fine, and you? - And I'm fine". In general, the usual flock conversations. And so my birds gave out the first whistle. The

Fire For the second day I sat on eggs. The stones that I could bring in my paws, I ate on the very first day, and now, having spent my internal reserves, I was sitting half-starved. Even the walls of the tree house were peeled off with my claws, with which I tried to scrape out wood fibers that could be eaten. Not very nutritious, and dangerous for the tree, but I was afraid to leave children without heat for a long time. There must be a way to keep you warm while Mom is away ... I stepped back, opening my eggs to the air. I touched each one with my nose, and it seemed to me that they were quietly vibrating in response. There must be a way to keep you warm when I'm not there, my kids ... Warmth rose from within. It requires an outlet, and I exhale a wide cone of flame directly onto the eggs. Somewhere on the edge of my consciousness, the thought arises that I am doing something wrong, that the flame can literally cook my children inside. What nonsense! Generations of moms and dads

My new tree nest is just a great place to live! And the worry was gone. After the rain, I immediately crawled out again - of course, it's nice to clean and lick yourself, but sitting around all the same gets bored. I managed to make only one flight, so I somehow hastily called it daily. Yes, I'm still flying, but now I want to look at the ground without trying to see something through the crowns of trees, but to see everything from below. The undergrowth of a grove of large trees was not like what I had overcome many days ago. There were no trees here, there were no fallen trunks, only old branches were lying here and there, but they were not very branched, and they could easily be stepped over. On the other hand, many flowers grew here, boasting various shades of blue and red petals, as well as their combinations, in the light of day. There were even some vines, also strewn with flowers, and I could stand on my hind legs and shove my face into them (of course, getting pollen on my