This is a short story, based on the many baby Mockingbirds that find their way into our garden each year. And the very angry Mama birds that squawks at us as we try and rescue them. Enjoy.
The baby bird and the tomato bush.
Sometime in the Spring.
There once was a Mama Mockingbird that lived in an Olive Tree.
There she lived, with her baby Mockingbirds.
One day, the Mama went to gather food and twigs for her babies,
And one of the baby Mockingbirds wanted to see,
how far from the tree,
it was to the ground.
But his wings were not very strong,
his feathers were very soft.
He took a leap of faith,
he was very curious,
falling through the air,
soft little tufts,
the bird,
he fell to earth.
“Well, that was not very far at all”, thought the baby Mockingbird to himself, as he puffed out his chest.
“Now I want to see how far it is from the tree,
to that window over there that I see.”
He hopped and struggled over to the wooden shingles on the side of the house,
He mustered up all his strength and flapped,
and flapped,
and closed his eyes,
shut so tight,
and all his flapping and all his might,
there he stood,
on both 0f his baby bird feet,
he didn’t move a slight.
“All this flapping has got me nowhere,
and boy I am feeling tired and hungry”.
Beyond the baby Mockingbird’s view was a beautiful, lush garden.
He could hear the hummingbirds sing,
the bees buzz,
the worms move,
the tomato bushes rustling in the breeze.
The baby Mockingbird hopped and flapped into the garden,
and hopped right into a cool puddle of water,
not too deep,
just enough for the baby Mockingbird to drink.
And there was a worm in sight,
and a tiny tomato had fallen in his path, too.
“This is great!” baby Mockingbird exclaimed.
“I have shade, water, food, I have everything I need down here!”
“Why would anyone want to fly?”
The baby Mockingbird explored his surroundings,
he met a Caterpillar named Charles,
a lady bug named Diana,
a not-so-friendly tomato worm named Felix.
He laid in the shade,
He nibbled on the sprouting carrots,
the peppers.
Baby Mockingbird grew sleepy after his garden supper,
the sun was setting,
and he knew he had to be somewhere,
but he couldn’t remember.
Out of the sunshine and blue and pink sky,
he heard a cry,
again,
and again.
“Why does that sound, sound so right?”
Baby Mockingbird hopped and flapped,
out of the shade,
and into the light.
He looked into the sky and there he could see,
Mama Mockingbird,
high in the sky.
“That sound, that sounds is for me!”
“That is my mommy!”
“I am coming mommy! Here I am! Can’t you see me?”
The baby bird hopped,
and flapped,
and chirped.
But to no avail,
he didn’t make it far at all.
Then out of the sky came two soft hands,
And then it was dark,
and then slivers of light,
and then dark again,
and then a tiny pinhole of light.
“I think he’s lost”, said something beyond the hands.
“His nest is over there, in that Olive Tree”, said another voice beyond the darkness.
And the baby Mockingbird was lifted,
high into the pink and blue sky,
into the quiet shade,
and branched nest,
to his home.
And the Mama and Baby Mockingbird,
cuddled up together,
in their little nest home,
“I love you, baby bird, I was so scared that you were gone.”
“I love you, Mama bird, It wasn’t really that great without you down there.”
“One day, baby bird, you will fly and it will be easier without me.”
And the Mama and baby snuggled in for the night.
The End.
-Shannon Torres