She loved these chicks with all of her heart, fed them healthy morsals and kept them warm.
One morning she noticed them looking afar, yearning for the west wind and freedom.
Peppy took the leap and jumped from the high nest, toppling and turning and finally finding his wings to come out in a wobbly swoop close to the ground. Mamabird's heart gave a leap and a churn as she watched Simba teetering on the edge. She crept closer and was about to hold him back when he too, jumped and toppled coming to the earth with a thud. Both Peppy and Simba brushed themselves off and gave whoops of victory which Mamabird missed.
Fowly was on the edge and Mamabird was ready. As Fowly jumped, she flew in under him and carried his weight on her wings till he landed safely and very gently on the ground. He wanted to try again, on his own. Everytime he jumped she was happy to help and proud of keeping him from harm. Fowly felt frustrated. He waited until she wasn't looking and made a run for it. He made it to the ground breaking his leg. He was so used to her holding him up that he miscalculated the distance.
Mamabird decided that she couldn't stand it and pecked away at Prince's wings until he was unable to fly.
You will stay with me, where you'll be safe.
Mamabird spent the rest of her life proud and pompous.
Prince spent the rest of his days staring out of the nest longing to fly.
MgM
Is this your story ? Lovely
ReplyDeleteyes.....well just my thought really
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