Environmental project “We are green defenders - friends of birds” Video. Bird spring Birds are our faithful helpers

Olga Popleva
Environmental project “We are green defenders - friends of birds” Video

project on the topic: "We green defenders - friends of birds» .

(Preparatory group)

GBOU g GBOU School No. 1374 of the Criminal Code "Semitsvetik" in Moscow.

Type project: cognitive - research.

Children's age: 6 – 7 years

Execution period project: from 1.09.2015 to 31.05.2016.

Participants project: teachers, children, parents.

Performed:

Poplva O.P.

Early in the morning birds jump along the snow-covered branches -

Yellow-breasted tits came to visit us.

Not a mosquito, not a fly. There is just snow and snow everywhere.

It’s good that a kind person made feeders for us.”

(Yu. Sinitsyn)

Relevance project:

The world of birds is interesting and diverse. Watch for feathered It's a real pleasure with children. Every year they bring us spring on their wings. Birds are our faithful helpers, forest defenders, fields, gardens and vegetable gardens. Their melodic, cheerful, sonorous songs are a source of inspiration for writers, poets, and musicians.

In recent years, the number of waterfowl in the capital region has halved, tits have almost disappeared, and a number of already rare “red book birds” are under threat of complete extinction. birds. Even sparrows are becoming less and less common in the city.

The result is a colossal increase in the number of insects, from which both people and plants especially suffer.

The reason for the disappearance of birds from cities is elimination green spaces and, as a result, there is a lack of food supply for them.

We are on the threshold environmental disaster, the consequences of which may be irreversible. What can be done to improve the situation? At a minimum, do not destroy nests or scare away birds, feed them with their favorite treats, hang birdhouses and feeders. Only together we can overcome this situation!

Target: - to form children’s understanding of birds, their way of life and behavior, connections with the environment, and the role of humans in the lives of birds.

Cultivate love and caring attitude towards feathered.

Tasks:

Encourage children to show cognitive initiative; consolidate knowledge about what is not found in nature "unnecessary" creatures, everything in it is purposeful and everything is in great balance;

Develop children's creativity, speech, attention and thinking; the ability to compare and establish cause-and-effect relationships between different species of birds; - expanding children’s understanding of migratory birds (rooks, wagtails, swallows, etc., raising chicks, caring for them;

Cultivate a kind attitude towards our little neighbors on the planet, the ability to admire and enjoy new bird observations, arouse interest and desire in providing all possible assistance feathered friends;

Increasing the level of pedagogical culture of parents through involving them in joint activities with children (production of feeders, birdhouses).

Expected result.

Systematization of children's knowledge about birds;

Formation of a conscious, effective attitude towards birds, a desire to take care of birds;

Understanding their significance in people's lives;

Parent actively involved in project, is able to instill in children a love and respect for birds.

Implementation plan Project:

Preparation for the event project.

1. Select methodological literature on the topic.

2. Select fiction and educational literature on the topic.

3. Select didactic material and visual aids

(paintings, illustrations, game tasks and exercises, audio recordings with bird voices, musical works).

4. Make a long-term plan.

5. Making hats - birds; didactic games; creating attributes for activities and games.

6. Making feeders and birdhouses.

7. Making crafts for organizing an exhibition "Small Birds".

8. Making Leaflets with call: “Feed the birds in winter”. 9. Photo report parents: "Our children and birds"

10. Presentation project.

2. Main stage:

Performance project.

Implementation project in different types of activities, taking into account the integration of educational regions:

1. "Social and communicative development":

Form an idea of ​​connections in nature "man and bird";

Encourage a desire to learn more about birds and take care of them;

Observing the behavior of birds on a walk, while feeding at the feeder.

Play activity:

Develop gaming skills children: plasticity, precision of movements in imitation and outdoor games;

To develop constructive skills in creative and educational games; onomatopoeia in speech games;

Imitation Games: "We are birds", "Recognize me, I am a bird...".

Didactic games: "Name the Bird" "Who lives where?", "When it happens", “Who is screaming?”, “Who is missing?”, “Name the bird affectionately”. "Seasons", “When does this happen?”, “Choose a wing by color”.

Role-playing games: "Bird's Dining Room", “Bird with chicks

Conversations: “Why do birds need nests?”, « Feathered- our smaller brothers"

Encourage initiative in caring for birds that fly to the site at the feeder.

"Safety".

Conversation on the topic: “Caution – cat!”, “We won’t let the bird die of cold and hunger”. "Don't destroy birds' nests",

Observation of the feeder (the birds are small, defenseless, can't stand up for themselves)

"Communication":

Teach children to receive an emotional response when communicating with each other in all types of activities;

Skill Games communication: “Call me by a gentle name”

2."Cognitive Development":

Develop cognitive abilities, the desire to learn something about birds on your own;

Encourage interest in sources of information;

Develop mental abilities.

Observation of birds flying to the children's area garden:

(note structural features, habits, feeding, consider nests, birdhouses).

Board games: "Cut pictures", "Help me find my mom", “What kind of bird, name it”, “Who eats what?”, "Domino", Magnetic mosaic", "Puzzles", "Who lives in the forest?", "Birds of our city".

Conversations: "Birds in Winter", "What do birds eat", “Why do birds need nests?”,

"City Birds", "Forest Birds".

3. Speech development":

Develop a desire to pronounce words correctly;

Identify sounds in words, teach onomatopoeia;

- games: "Name the Cubs", "Who's screaming", "Whose voice?"

Looking at photos birds: "Birds of Russia", "Wintering Birds", "Migratory birds".

Consideration of plot pictures: "The Rooks Have Arrived", "Feeding the Birds"; "Magpies on a Rowan Branch", "Snigeri".

Compiling descriptive stories from pictures. Memorizing poems about birds, solving riddles.

Open lesson: "Wintering birds."

Poetry: A. Barto "Tit", "A bird sat on the window"; A. Blok "Crow"; V. Zhukovsky "Bird".

Puzzles:

I catch bugs all day

I eat bugs and worms.

I’m not leaving for the winter,

I live under the eaves. (Sparrow)

Wears a gray vest

But the wings are black.

You see, twenty couples are circling

And they scream: - Kar! Kar! Kar! (Crow)

He's on the roofs, on the balconies

Waltz dances, but with a bow;

Puffs up with feathers

Sideways - moves sideways,

Shakes his feet

Trampling in circles

And he sings and speaks,

The neck glows like a rainbow; (Pigeon)

On a pine tree, in a dense forest

Carpenter sitting with a chisel:

In a colorful shirt,

In a red cap.

I knock - my head hurts,

And I don’t knock - I’m hungry,

Bird's tongue for prey:

It's sticky and prickly. (Woodpecker)

She killed her brothers

I didn’t love my mother

I forgot my stepmother

I didn't feed the children. (Cuckoo)

Comes to us with warmth,

It's been a long journey.

Sculpts a house under the window

Made from grass and clay. (Martin)

Backrest greenish,

The belly is yellowish,

Little black cap

And a strip of scarf. (Tit)

He comes every year

To where the house awaits.

Apples on the branches in winter

Collect them quickly!

And suddenly the apples fluttered up, because... (Bullfinches)

I sleep during the day and fly at night.

Am I doing well? (Owl)

I will visit everyone in a day,

I'll tell you everything I know! (Magpie)

Reading fiction literature:

To instill interest in literary works, poems, fairy tales, nursery rhymes, sayings;

Encourage independent communication

both positive and negative

Reading: A. Barto "Bird", “Who is screaming?”; E. Charushin "Yashka"; M. Zoshchenko "Smart Bird"; A. Maikov "The swallow has rushed"; E. Avdeenko "Sparrow"; A. Tolstoy "Smart Jackdaw"; M. Prishvin "Woodpecker", "Gadnuts"; M. Gorky "Sparrow"; Bianchi "Sinichkin calendar"; A. Kushner "Birds". Blyton "The Famous Tim the Duck"

Poetry: Yu. Kushak "Forty Forty";

Fable: “The jackdaw wanted to drink”;

4."Artistic and aesthetic development":

Poetry evening on the theme: "Meeting the Birds"

Productive activity:

Drawing work: "Drawing a sparrow", "Birds are pecking at the rowan tree", "Bird in the Palm".

Modeling work: "Let's make a bird". "The bird pecks the grains", "Feeder with grains".

Application work: "Tit at the Feeder", "House for the Squirrel", "Bullfinch". Making a feeder from waste material

- coloring books: "Birds", "Forest feathered» , "Poultry yard".

Stencils with images of birds.

Construction games material: "House for the Bird", "Feeder".

5."Physical development":

Outdoor games: "Sparrows and the car", "The Mother Hen and the Chicks", "Birds and Chicks", "Find your nest", "Birds in Nests", "Sparrows and the cat", "Migration of Birds".

Health:

Taking into account the psychophysiological state of health, teach children to control their behavior, emotions, and physical condition.

Develop the ability to listen to your body based on sensory channels of perception.

- Breathing games: "Bird".

Cardiac control activities: "Knock Knock".

- Psycho-gymnastics: "Feathers and Pebbles"

Developmental environment:

Scene pictures on the topic "Birds". Album for consideration: "Birds of the World", "Birds of Russia", "Poultry". Books - coloring pages: "Birds", "Forest feathered» , "Poultry yard".

Organize an exhibition of joint works on the topic "Small Birds";

Design of a moving folder for topic: “Let's preserve nature with love and care”;

to participate in a competition of drawings or photographs of children and birds.

Involving parents in building feeders and hanging them in the kindergarten area. Making a birdhouse. Providing food for birds and participating in stock: “Feed the birds in winter!”. Exhibition of children's drawings at topic: "Birds". Production of Leaflets with call: “Feed the birds in winter”.

3. Final stage.

Summing up the implementation project;

Exhibition of creative works: "The birds are ours Friends»

Making and hanging birdhouses by dads with

Photos and video report from parents: "Our children and birds"

Presentation project.

Making a cartoon "Feed the birds, people".

Goals:

• introduce the birds of Russia and their way of life;
• broaden the horizons of students;
• develop the desire to independently acquire knowledge;
• cultivate a caring attitude towards native nature.

1. Tit.
2. Bullfinch.
3. Waxwing.
4. Nuthatch.
5. Woodpecker.
6. Wagtail.
7. Dipper.
8. Great Grebe.
9. Crossbill.
10. Kedrovka.
11. Capercaillie.

Birds mean song and flight.
These are the voices of our forests, steppes, mountains and deserts. Bird songs are heard on Earth all year round, their voices are heard day and night.
Birds are children of the air, conquerors of the ocean of air. They rise above clouds and mountains, fly across seas and deserts.
Birds are children of the rainbow: their feathers are painted in all imaginable and inconceivable colors.
Birds are messengers of joy. Every year they bring us spring on their wings.
Birds are our faithful helpers, protectors of our forests and fields, gardens and vegetable gardens.
Birds are mystery and beauty. Birds are our childhood friends.
There are wonderful poems and songs, legends and fairy tales about birds; we cannot do without birds. It is impossible to imagine even our planet without birds.
That's what birds are!
N. Sladkov.

Part 1. Fragments 3-15. Tit.

Tit- forest bird. Under the tree canopy, among many other little birds, it is difficult to notice. But with the onset of autumn, when everything calms down until spring, you can suddenly hear her song “qi-qi-qi, ping-ping-ping.” Look at her! Would you confuse her with one of the birds, so elegant? The tit flew from the forest closer to people to survive the winter.

She will be happy with everything that we humans offer her at feeders: crumbs, grains, cereals, sunflower seeds, pieces of lard. The titmice will instantly find a treat and will fly to the feeder regularly. And if you forget to add food, they will immediately notify you about it... How? With all your behavior! They can even knock on the window with their beaks.

In the park you can see how tits boldly grab seeds from the palm of their hand.

The titmouse's favorite treat is pieces of lard hung on tree branches...

In March, tits begin to celebrate the arrival of warmth and sun. Their spring song is simple, but ringing and pleasant: “zenzivar, zenzivar...” To this song, the birds retreat into the forest, and their life becomes less open and noticeable. But, if they lived in a park or garden in winter, where they were fed, they can stay here for the summer.

Tits are not afraid of humans, because... very trusting. A nest of tits can be seen in a mailbox, in an abandoned samovar pipe, in a felt boot lying on a woodpile, in a jacket pocket placed on a scarecrow... From 6 to 15 fragile, light-colored eggs can be seen in a warm nest lined with wool and down.

Tits are excellent tree climbers. Strong legs with sharp claws on the paws allow them to scour tree branches down to the thinnest, in search of insect larvae. At the same time, they can find themselves in a variety of positions, often even upside down.

Parents bring food to growing chicks up to 500 times a day. One scientist tagged a tit and observed it for 40 minutes. During this time, the bird examined 96 pines and 5 birches in search of insects and their larvae... Need I say what service these birds provide to the trees?

The tit family includes 65 species. All members of the family are small birds. The largest is the great tit, weighing 25-30 g, the smallest - 10 g.

Among the tits there are titmice - chickadees, long-tailed titmice - titmice, blue tits, titmice, and there are even tufted titmice...

Part 2. Fragments 16-22. Bullfinch.

With the first snow, unusually beautiful birds appear in our area - bullfinches. The chest, neck, cheeks of the male bullfinch are bright red. There is a black cap on the head, the back is bluish-gray. All colors are pure, and this makes the bird look elegant. The female is not so brightly colored, but just as beautiful.

The bullfinch is a bird slightly larger than a sparrow.

And they called it that because bullfinches are the first messengers of winter with snow. This is an extraordinary sight: important. a proud, red-breasted bullfinch on a rowan branch, and white snow all around.

From time to time, birds dive into the snow and bathe in it.

The bullfinch is a calm and respectable bird. He will not fuss, scream, or rush around on the feeding trough. He does everything calmly. But the bullfinch’s song is simple, uncomplicated. In the early morning and in the evening, and in severe frosts and during the day, bullfinches fly in flocks from bush to tree in search of food and feed together on ash and maple seeds, rowan berries, wild apple seeds, and weed seeds.

Bullfinches peck out only the seeds from rowan berries, and only the seeds from apples; the pulp itself is thrown onto the snow.

If the flock is disturbed, they hide among the branches of spruce or pine. For most of the day, the birds sit calmly and silently in the depths of the spruce branches. And these birds spend the night in the spruce forest, hiding their heads under their wings. After sunset, bullfinches are not visible, and with dawn the voices of awakened birds are heard over the spruce forest, soon a flock flies to the ash trees, rowan trees... The bullfinch is a forest bird. As spring approaches, bullfinches are no longer visible near human habitation; they have flown off into the forests.

It happens that a family of bullfinches makes a nest under the roof of a country house or on the veranda among dense thickets of flowers. Then the birds behave cautiously and secretly.

Or in severe frosts, a bullfinch can fly onto the porch and fall dead. But if you bring the bird home, it will warm up, peck crumbs and stop being afraid of people.

Part 3. Fragments 23-28. Waxwing.

And these elegant birds - waxwings. They sit, sing, and wax in a pleasant silvery voice, like bells. And they look nice - smoky-pinkish, with tufts, with red, yellow, and white specks on the wings.

Beautiful, mysterious, trusting. They nest in the north and appear in our forests only in winter.

What do they eat? Just like bullfinches, they love rowan trees, wild apples, seeds of various plants... The seeds of rowan and apple trees are pecked out, throwing the pulp into the snow. They peck quickly, as if they are in a hurry to get somewhere.

They may even overeat and fall in a whole flock dead into the grass or snow. They will lie there for 2-3 hours, get hungry and again, having come to their senses, fly off to look for food.

“Svirk-peresvirk” is heard in the forest. This is a flock of waxwings flying from bush to bush, from tree to tree... They are not afraid of people: where they nest, no people are visible.

Spring will come, it will get warmer, and... So the waxwings have flown away to their native lands, where it is cooler.

Part 4. Fragments 29-36. Nuthatch.

A few sounds in the early morning in a winter forest. But as soon as the edge of the sky in the east begins to turn pink, the cheerful whistle of a nuthatch is heard. “...Tyuyu - tewyu - tyuyu - tirrr...” - the strong, sonorous voice of a little bird.

The nuthatch spends its entire life on tree trunks. He is a master of climbing trunks up and down, he can do it sideways, upside down, and upside down. And at the same time he does not rely on his tail. But the tenacity of the fingers is such that it can even hold on to a concrete pillar.

This bird is always on the move, always on its feet, and it seems that it uses its wings only to fly from tree to tree. Having flown up to the crown of the tree, the nuthatch descends headfirst along the trunk almost to the ground, examining all the cracks and looking for food for everything it comes across: bugs, insect larvae... It can be considered an omnivore.

In a winter park, this bird can be fed with seeds from the palm of your hand. The nuthatch is so trusting and not afraid of humans!

It is interesting to watch the nuthatch in the forest at any time of the year. He will go about his business without a shadow of concern: looking for food for himself and for his chicks.

It is also interesting that this bird is very thrifty. In the fall, she hides in the crevices, in the cracks of the tree bark, what can be preserved until winter. There may be nuts, maple seeds, bread crumbs from feeders, pieces of lard.

And in winter it will find both its own reserves and the reserves of its relatives. And neighbors can use its reserves. If you make reserves, then you need to live near them. This is what happens. I must say: the nuthatch is a homebody. A married couple lives on “their” plot all year round, not allowing strangers into it. And the birds themselves do not fly to “foreign” areas. The pair makes its nest in a hollow left by a woodpecker. If the entrance to the house is too large, the birds reduce it by covering it with clay, leaving a smooth hole about 3 cm in diameter. This makes the hollow inaccessible to predators.

After coating, the hollow is first filled with pieces of rotten wood, breaking them off from the stumps. Then the construction of the nest itself begins. There is never any fluff, feathers or hair in it. This unique structure is made from thin pieces of bark placed on edge, so that the chicks will grow up in “Spartan” conditions. The work goes quickly, at this time the birds are not distracted even by searching for food.

All this happens in early spring.

And immediately the female lays 7-8 eggs. At the beginning of May, chicks already appear, which are fed and cared for by their mother and father for quite a long time. Only by the end of June do the chicks fly out of the nest.

Part 5. Fragments 37-49. Woodpecker.

Great Pied woodpecker- the most numerous in our forests.

It can be found in all forests and parks. It is slightly larger in stature than a starling. It lives up to its name – motley. Males and females can be distinguished by a red spot on the back of the head. In summer it feeds on insects, in winter it eats pine and spruce seeds.

All woodpeckers are caring parents. The nest is made in a hollow, where it is always dry and clean. The mother hatches the chicks, and the father brings her food. The hatched chicks are fed together, flying to the nest carefully and alternately throughout the day. There is a noise in the nest as soon as one of the parents appears with food.

This is what a two-day-old woodpecker chick looks like. But every day his appearance changes. Every day the chicks grow and change in appearance. They are voracious and ready to eat, eat and eat... After 25 days, the chicks are already crawling out of the nest; they still fly poorly, but they deftly climb a tree trunk, clinging to the bark with sharp claws. And very soon the whole family will leave their native hollow, never to return here again.

To feed itself, the woodpecker spends a lot of energy. First he picks off the pine cone, but it holds on tightly, and he chops it off with his strong beak. Then he brings the cone to the “smithy” and strengthens it there. To extract only 1 seed, the bird makes 20-30 blows with its beak. This means 600-700 blows for each lump. And for 10 cones? That's right, 6000-7000 beats. One can envy such hard work. It does not scatter the picked cones, but extracts almost all the seeds from them. It throws the treated cone to the side with its beak and flies after a new cone. It can gut up to 70 cones in a day. So by the end of winter, under some “forges” there are 800-900 empty cones, and sometimes 5000-7000.

In summer, both in rotten stumps and in the bark of trees, the woodpecker will find either a thick larva or carpenter ants.

Do woodpeckers sing? The “drum trill” of woodpeckers is a signal to others that an area of ​​the forest is occupied. Having found a dry twig in the area, he quickly, quickly knocks on it with his beak. The twig is motionless, and the woodpecker’s head “drags back and forth.” You can't call it singing. Yes, they have a jerky voice, but this is also not singing.

There are about 220 species in the woodpecker family. In addition to the Great Spotted Woodpecker, you can find the Lesser Spotted Woodpecker, the Black Woodpecker, the Golden-fronted Woodpecker, the Ivory-billed Royal Woodpecker, and the Green Woodpecker – the most silent one.

Part 6. Fragments 50-55. Wagtail.

In early spring wagtail can be seen on the sandy banks of rivers. The bird runs between pebbles and snags, looking for living larvae and bugs in the cracks. Or it will fly up, grab a fly in flight and return to its original place. Mosquitoes, moths, midges, beetles, and their pupae are the favorite food of the white wagtail.

And this is a yellow wagtail.

But why does the bird have such a name, wagtail? Because when a bird runs, its long tail swings up and down non-stop. That's why - wagtail or wagtail.

This bird is on the roads
I couldn't help but meet you.
Not big. There is a habit -
Swing up and down slightly.
Long tail - up and down
It jumped and then hung.

Roy will see a mosquito
Somewhere in the yard.
Ballerina runs up
Grab! - and there is no mosquito.
Mosquitoes tremble with fear
If this bird is nearby.

He will shout cheerfully: “Tsok-tsok!”
And it will swing like a shuttle.

Trusting and courageous disposition
The runner's is gray and white.
Mincing, rushing along the path -
There will be no escape for midges...
Can you guess what kind of bird it is?
- Wagtail! Wagtail!

She can build a nest wherever she likes: behind a window frame, under the roof of a house, behind a woodpile of firewood, in a barbecue, under the hood of a car. The bird's voice is quiet, but pleasant, ringing like a bell. At the end of summer, gathered in flocks, wagtails fly to hot Africa.

Part 7. Fragments 56-59. Dipper or Water Sparrow.

Dipper or water sparrow. Lives near rivers. Winters near the wormwood. Winters well: swings on ice floes, swims in ice holes. He also sings songs!

He will dive into the icy water and wander along the bottom on foot. It pokes its nose into all the bottom cracks and stirs up the bottom silt with its paws - looking for water beetles and larvae. And if he finds it, he’ll go up. It will float up, take off, land on the ice, and break the shell or case of a caddisfly larvae on it.

All winter day he dives, then emerges, then runs along the bottom. And it won’t get wet - its feathers are water-repellent. And it won’t freeze – its feathers are dense and warm. Moreover, the beetles and larvae “warm” from the inside.

A pair of dippers builds a nest on the bank of a river or stream. A large round nest with thick walls is built from green moss, dry leaves and blades of grass. There is a wide entrance hole on the side. Often it is not visible, since it is hidden from prying eyes. Only the female incubates the chicks for 17-20 days, but both parents feed them.

Part 8. Fragments 60-72. Great Grebe.

Is this bird familiar to you? What a beautiful outfit: a lush orange collar, tufts on the head, a dark brown back, a snow-white belly...

Hunters call these wonderful birds... grebe. And only because her meat is tasteless. What about beauty? Look how beautiful she is! What is the velvet black crest alone worth?

The bird also has another name, more appropriate to its beauty - Great Grebe or diver, because it dives perfectly. From the first to the last day, this bird lives on the water.

It is interesting that on land it can only crawl, although it flies, swims, dives excellently and, standing like a peg at its full height, can rush across the water surface with the speed of a motor boat. It is also interesting that grebes are excellent dancers in the bird kingdom.

The dance begins suddenly. Just now the birds were each busy with their own business... Suddenly both of them perked up, as if they were seeing each other for the first time, and quickly swam towards them, slightly bowing their heads and pointing their sharp beaks at each other. But, almost colliding with their chests, they stop, raise their heads and turn them first to the right, then to the left.

...and then the birds suddenly turn away and quickly swim away in different directions, without stopping or looking back, and dive.

They dive not to hide embarrassment, but to collect grass debris at the bottom. And with these bunches of grass, as if with gifts, they again quickly rush towards each other. And, approaching, both grebes stand up to their full height, as if there was not water under them, but solid support. This dance can be repeated many times until the sun “sets.” This continues until the water in the river warms up. Then the pair begins to build a nest.

Their nest is also on the water, floating. Not a single bird has such a nest - it floats on the water like a raft. There are eggs on the “raft”; when a bird leaves the nest to clean itself up and eat, it covers them with leaves and stems so that no one can see.

Under the eggs in such a nest it is always damp. The chicks appear - furry and striped, like chipmunks. They don’t know how to walk, they don’t even know how to stand, but swim and dive – please! A little bit - gurgle, gurgling - and into the water. And not a single one is visible. With the brood, each family, leaving a nest that is no longer needed, moves to an open place free of grass.

For now, the main place for the chicks to stay is on the back of mom or dad. It is warm, cozy and safe here. If danger suddenly appears, they are ready to instantly hide under water with the children. Parents take turns feeding and carrying their children, allocating their time for the toilet, rest, and hunting.

These amazing birds are grebes, grebes or pochards... These birds are migratory, with variable arrival and departure times. Early autumn with cold weather - they fly away early, and if the autumn is long and warm, they can live until the frost. The same thing happens with arrivals from warm regions.

Part 9. Fragments 73-78. Crossbill.

They can be distinguished by their beak. We still need to look for such a beak! With sharp, curved, crossed ends, the beak is an excellent tool for processing cones. And the seeds of conifer cones are food for these birds.

Most often, stories about crossbills boil down to the fact that these birds hatch their chicks in winter, in the most severe frosts. Yes, that is right! A crossbill sits in a nest among snow-covered branches and hatches its chicks. The wind is howling, a blizzard is blowing, the frost reaches 30-35 degrees. The female sits for 2 weeks and does not go anywhere, because the eggs cannot be left for a minute without the saving warmth of the mother. But the male carefully feeds her. But even when the chicks appear, nothing changes. After all, now we can’t leave helpless children. Zoologists claim that their down is no thicker or longer than that of babies born in spring and summer. All the warmth comes from the mother! Over time, the fluff becomes larger and denser. The mother occasionally leaves the nest, flying away to feed. But it returns quickly and the chicks warm up under the mother’s wing.

In general, it is usually the male who feeds the offspring: he brings seeds of spruce and pine, passes them on to the female, and she gives them to the children. At one time, the male brings up to 300-400 g of seeds in his esophagus.

Most often there are 4 chicks in a crossbill nest. They stay in the nest for about three weeks, but even then their parents take care of them. The fact is that young crossbills have the most common, straight beak. Only at 1.5 months of age does the beak become bent and return to normal. And only now children themselves learn to get seeds from cones by pushing apart the scales or tearing them off.

Crossbill nests are well protected from snow and from prying eyes in the thicket of spruce paws, made of dry twigs and tightly braided with strands of woody lichens. The deep, spacious tray is carefully covered with dry moss, hare, squirrel, and elk hair. As soon as the children grow up, the parents divide the brood and, together with the chicks, go traveling through the forest, not caring at all about the fate of the others.

Among the crossbills in our forests there are the spruce crossbill, the pine crossbill, and the white-winged crossbill.

Part 10. Fragments 79-85. Kedrovka.

And here is a taiga bird nutcracker. It was called that way because there are the most cedar trees in the cedar taiga and this name is related to the word cedar.

It can also be called a nut. Its plumage is dark brown with white spots on the tips of the feathers. Of course, its food is cedar nuts, and in those regions where there is little cedar, acorns, nuts - hazelnuts, berries are also eaten, and when it is necessary to feed the chicks, various insects: weevils, longhorned beetles.

The bird builds its nest in coniferous trees when there is still snow in the forest. The chicks are fed beetles and their larvae, and last year's nuts. Children grow up quickly. And when the new nuts ripen, the chicks can no longer be distinguished from their parents.

As soon as the pine nuts ripen, the nutcracker begins to make reserves. He stuffs his goiter with nuts and flies to the mountains. There he stuffs nuts into rock cracks, hides them in tree hollows, and buries them under moss. It is known that nutcrackers drop more than half of all ripe cones from trees, and many of them remain untouched. And, if the nuts remain in the cones, then they do not germinate, but disappear or are eaten by mice. But the nutcracker crushes the cones, pecks out the nuts from them and hides them, thereby making supplies for the winter for itself and the chicks. Everywhere where cedars stand, in the fall you can hear the cries of nutcrackers, sometimes harsh and unpleasant, but sometimes gentle and melodious.

Most of the nutcracker reserves are eaten over the winter, some are eaten by chipmunks and squirrels. But still, some of the nuts remain under the moss and germinate in the spring. In such places, cedars grow in groups of 5-10 sprouts.

So it turns out that nutcrackers, by “planting” cedars in this way, help the forest.

The most amazing thing: how does this bird know how to find reserves hidden under the snow in the fall in winter? How does she determine the location of the pantry? No one can say for sure. Each nutcracker arranges hundreds of storage rooms, and in a variety of places.

That's what it is, the nutcracker bird!

Part 11. Fragments 86 – 97. Capercaillie.

Capercaillie- a beautiful forest rooster. Capercaillie is a forest dweller. In the spring, as soon as the snow melts in the forest, wood grouse begin to talk - to sing their spring songs. The capercaillie walks on the ground like a turkey, spreading its tail like a fan, and clicking its beak, as if two sticks are knocking against each other. And he finishes the song, as if sharpening a knife on a whetstone.

By the end of the song, the bird hears nothing and goes deaf, which is why it was called the wood grouse.

Wood grouse live in the thicket, avoiding people. And they sing their songs, i.e. “lekking”, in early spring, gathering at the mating site, where they flock in the evening. At dawn they sing for a short time, and the morning song begins long before sunrise. The song can be heard in the forest 200 paces away and attracts capercaillie, who also gather at the lekking site and choose as their mate the one who sings better, who has the most beautiful plumage.

Often, during mating, fights break out between wood grouse, and the wood grouse will choose the one who is stronger.

Wood grouse make a nest on the ground among last year's dry grass, in a small depression where the female lays 8-12 eggs. The capercaillie hatches its chicks alone, sometimes leaving the nest for a short time to find food.

The female's light brown plumage with rusty and white transverse stripes helps her hide in the grass very well. You won’t even notice her when she sits on a nest among branches and dry blades of grass.

You won’t even notice the chicks among the grass, they are so colorful. But... the babies, barely dry, follow their mother and themselves begin to feed on flies, ants, and berries. And their mother teaches them to get food and hide in the grass in moments of danger.

Favorite food in summer is strawberries, lingonberries, cranberries, cloudberries, and herb seeds. Closer to winter, birds fly to the banks of rivers and lakes, filling their crops with small pebbles. These pebbles help grind hard pine needles in the bird’s stomach in winter. The pine tree whose needles they feed in winter will be completely bare by spring. After all, pine needles are the only food for these birds in winter.

On snowy winter nights, wood grouse fall from the trees into a snowdrift and sleep there. An amazing sight - birds flying out from under the snow. You are skiing, the snow sparkles all around, and suddenly birds fly out from under your feet with the loud flapping of their wings.

Text material for the presentation is taken from issues of the magazine “Young Naturalist”.

1. Andreev A.
2. Bogushev I.
3. Gorshkov V.
4. Davydov V.
5. Kozlov M.
6. Masakhov A.
7. Orlov N.
8. Sapegin A.
9. Telyatnik A.
10. Tulin I.

The arrival of spring is felt by all living beings, but especially by birds. In the thawed patches and in the sunshine, timid grass grows through, black-gray rooks walk proudly and shout with joy that nothing has changed at home.

Over the fields, larks, barely noticeable in the sky, are already ringing, and in the forests, finches and warblers are trying their voices. Soon, soon the cuckoo will begin to count down the years - and the leaves will hatch, and the main soloist, the nightingale, will fly in and hide in the dense paradise of white fragrant bird cherry.

Every day there are new migratory birds! And their sedentary people return from the forest. Nikolai Sladkov called spring “birdlike” for a reason. He composed a heartfelt hymn to the birds, compiled an “atlas of birds” bringing spring and redness on their wings from distant warm countries. A great connoisseur of bird song, the naturalist writer noticed all the subtleties between great and not so great masters. You never know who wants to sing!

The guests have settled in, settled in, and it’s time to take care of the house. “Where are they, the bird houses? Birdhouses, titmouses, owlbirds, cacklebirds, tickboxes? Houses for wagtails, flycatchers, pikas?.. There are also birdhouses and titmice. But not enough! And we should quickly put together more and hang them before it’s too late. To your own delight and to the benefit of the birds!” You can get carried away with this business as seriously as the heroes of Mikhail Alekseev’s story “How We Met Starlings” - Misha and Vanya.

N. Sladkov

Birds

Birds are children of the air, conquerors of the ocean of air. They rise above clouds and mountains, fly across seas and deserts.

Birds are children of the rainbow: their feathers are painted in all imaginable and inconceivable colors.

Birds are messengers of joy. Every year they bring us spring on their wings.

Birds are our faithful helpers, protectors of our forests and fields, gardens and vegetable gardens.

Birds are mystery and beauty. Birds are our childhood friends.

There are wonderful poems and songs, legends and fairy tales about birds; we cannot do without birds. It is impossible to even imagine our Earth without birds!

That's what birds are.

Birds brought spring

Robins appeared in the forest - and the first streams in the forest began to gurgle. Robins ring in the trees, and streams run under the trees.

The cuckoos flew in, crowed - the forests were enveloped in a warm green haze. It was on the bushes and trees that spring buds burst and green leaves appeared.

Wild ducks from the south have returned - the first openings on rivers and lakes have opened, and living water has splashed into them.

The cranes appeared, trumpeted under the clouds, and below for them all the swamps thawed, snowy cranberries appeared.

The nightingales returned from the south, whistled and knocked - bird cherry trees bloomed everywhere, and the bird cherry spirit was felt.

The swallows flew in, flashed, chirped - the first flowers began to bloom, butterflies fluttered over the flowers.

Spring has come, spring is just around the corner!

So this is how spring is done: each a little, each what he can, each to his own.

Vesnichka

You look forward to spring, just like spring, all winter long: the green haze of spring, golden willow lambs and a little bird as tall as a birch leaf, with a sweet spring song.

The song of the willow warbler, although sonorous, is a little sad. These are not the vigorous cries of a brawling finch, nor the cold, biting whistles of an arrogant nightingale. The song of the willow warbler includes the spring murmur of streams and the soft whistles of the warm wind.

When you meet a willow warbler in the spring, you will be delighted and... soon you will stop noticing it! Or rather, you see and hear it, but it no longer attracts attention; the brighter and more vocal birds distract you. But then, by autumn, you really regret that you were distracted, didn’t look enough at the willow warbler, didn’t listen to its songs in reserve. And you already miss her, and you begin to miss her, and again you wait and hurry for spring.

And again spring, and the haze of birches, and willow warblers. And her first song, made up of the murmuring of streams and the whistling of the wind. And again, she soon gets lost in the hasty series of spring events. And again you regret later that you didn’t see and hear enough all winter.

And you wait again...

Wagtail

The one that shakes her tail and shakes her long tail. Slender, fast, dexterous! It runs so fast along the edge of the water or along the ridge of the roof that you can’t even see its legs! It's like riding a bicycle. While still running, he lunges with his beak to the right and left - like a rapier. One, two - and the fly is gone!

The wagtail sings simply, but in early spring he is happy with such a song. And she flies to us as soon as the living water breaks through. There is even a sign: the wagtail has arrived - wait for the ice drift. She supposedly breaks the ice on the river with her long tail!

The wagtail is indeed always near the water. And if not by a lake or river, then at least by a puddle. She has both a table and a home by the water.

And wagtails also love... the village flock!

They get tangled under the hooves of horses and cows and ride on the backs of horses and cows. Not for the sake of self-indulgence, but for the sake of horseflies, mosquitoes and flies. And everyone is happy with the cows and wagtails. And shepherds: calm cows bring more milk. But horses don't kick.

Arithmetic titmice

In the spring, the white-cheeked tits sing loudest of all: they ring their bells. In different ways and manners. Some people just hear: “Twice-two, twice-two, twice-two!” And others whistle smartly: “Four-four-four!”

From morning to evening, titmouses cram the multiplication table.

Double-two, double-two, double-two! - some shout.

Four-four-four! - others answer cheerfully.

Arithmetic titmice.

Everybody wants to sing

Toads sing, owls drone. The bumblebee hums in a bass voice. There’s nothing to say about birds! They sing from dawn to dusk, some even at night.

The starling doesn't have enough of his own song, so he sings other people's songs. He sits on a birch tree, shiny and black, as if dipped in tar, spreads his wings and clicks his beak like a hairdresser with scissors.

Either it will whistle like a white-browed bird, or it will slip by like a whirligig, or it will quack like a duck. And a rooster, and a gander, and a lamb. Oriole, warbler, magpie! For different voices: both for yourself and for everyone.

Five grouse

At dawn a hazel grouse flew to the side of a grouse lek and started his song:

I counted: six scythes on the lek! Five are on the side in the snow, and the sixth is sitting next to the hut on a gray hummock.

And his hazel grouse:

Five-five, five-five, five grouse!

Six! - I say.

Five-five, five-five, five grouse!

The neighbor - the sixth - heard, got scared and flew away.

Five-five, five-five, five grouse! - the hazel grouse whistles.

I'm silent. I see for myself that it’s five. The sixth one flew away. But the hazel grouse doesn’t let up:

Five-five, five-five, five grouse!

I'm not arguing! - I say. - Five is five!

Five-five, five-five, five grouse! - the hazel grouse whistles.

I see without you! - I barked. - Probably not blind!

How the white wings flutter, how they flutter - and not a single black grouse remains! And the hazel grouse flew away with them.

Night cuckoo

The night cuckoo will have a snack during the day. During the day everyone disturbs her, and at night she is alone. The spring night is warm. The water mutters dully, the frogs purr dully. The light of the dim moon hardly divides the darkness into heaven and earth. And over the muffled muttering silence, a sad and distant cuckoo is heard, as if they are hitting the shining caps of the stars with an invisible hammer.

I love to sing in the silence of the night. Everyone listens to you and guesses: soon it will be their turn.

The night cuckoo began to sing. It wakes everyone up before the sun. Crested lapwings wake up and fly over the swamp, creaking their wings.

Long-nosed curlew waders whistle sadly on the gray hummocks: “Ku-li-ik! Ku-li-i-ik!

Field thrushes cluck in the dark chapyg.

The cranes will sound the echoing trumpets. The finch will sing briskly, with a crackling flourish, as if rinsing its throat.

And then, lo and behold, the sun will rise.

But that comes later. In the meantime, there is silence, and the night cuckoo is calling. The invisible hammer beats and hits the ringing stars: “Ku-ku-u, ku-ku-u, ku-ku-u!”

If you want to live long, hurry up and count the years in the forest. The night cuckoo will really bother you! Enough for two lives. There will still be some left!

A. Tumbasov

My house

Everywhere there is jackdaw restlessness, sparrow bustle, rook activity, starling haste - the birds have started families.

“Truy, leli-lyul!” - some bird hiding in the bushes does not calm down.

And her song, like that of any bird: “It’s busy here - here is my home!”

M. Alekseev

How we met starlings

The lark time was passing, and it was replaced by an equally exciting one: any day now the starlings were supposed to arrive. These mischievous, cheerful mockingbirds-parodists, having appeared, will remain with us for a long time, as if as a reward for the fact that we, people, save them from the great worries of constructing nests, we build houses for them, one more beautiful and intricate, more intricate than the other.

For example, halfway through the winter I began to push my grandfather Mikhail, so that he, an excellent master of building birdhouses, would quickly get to work.

Grandfather renovated the nesting houses every spring; the old houses were sent either to the firebox or to be used as boxes for tomatoes for the future harvest.

It took the old man several days and even nights to make one birdhouse, since the design was very complex: the birdhouse was equipped with a porch with an iron roof over it, with some tiles around the edges and something else, so ingenious that you can’t even name it, what would it be like? At the entrance to the porch, the grandfather built a fence made of thin wire: it freely allowed its rightful owner, that is, the starling, into the house, but did not allow birds, a crow or a magpie, or a cat, to enter there.

Above the roof of the house itself loomed a beautiful little lacy pipe, covered in eye-warming notions.

I liked these birdhouses, and I whined to my grandfather:

Grandfather Misha, the starlings have arrived.

Is it true? Have you, namesake, confused them with sparrows?

No, I'm not confused. Vanka said. He saw it on the farm.

Your liar Vanka. Starlings don't arrive that early.

Why? - I asked. - It's warm outside.

It will soon melt.

That’s when your starlings will fly in, Mishanka,” and my grandfather revealed to me his unwritten alphabet of nature. - If they arrive now, they will die of hunger. What do starlings eat?

Worms.

Right. Where do worms live?

In the ground.

And again true. Where is it now, the earth?

Under the snow.

Therefore, worms and various insects are buried under the snow. The snow will be cleared from the fields, large thawed patches will appear in the gardens, God's little creatures will crawl out to bask in the sun - the starling is right there. The claw scratches them with his long beak - he’s full and his nose is full of tobacco...

Do starlings peck tobacco? - I was surprised.

They don't bite, of course. They are not such fools as your father or uncle Petrukha. There’s just a saying: “Fed, drunk, and your nose is full of tobacco.” She, Mishanka, was invented for unlucky men. I hope you won't be like that?

“I won’t,” I declared decisively, because I had seen enough of my parent, when he was well-fed and drunk beyond measure, and he reeked of tobacco a mile away, and when he was not only disgusting in appearance, but also dangerous because he attacked everyone with his fists.

“No need, Mishanka,” the grandfather said with satisfaction and, reassured, returned to the starlings:

In ten days, not earlier, your noisy guests will arrive. And by that time I will have knocked together not just one birdhouse for you, but two at once and will bring it to you myself. We'll put one in the yard, and the other on the street, under the window, so you can listen to the songwriter right at home.

That's great! - I exclaimed and, jumping up, hung on my grandfather’s neck, clasping it with my thin but strong arms. I also awkwardly poked his beard: I wanted to kiss the man who, after my mother, was perhaps the dearest and closest to me.

When the starlings arrived, in almost all courtyards, on poles topped with branchy branches, or on willows growing in front of the house, brand new, unpainted (this spoiled bird doesn’t like paint, we knew that) houses for them were gilded, delighting our blossoming childish souls.

Everyone wanted the first starling to appear in their yard, so that later they could announce it publicly.

Knowing that he would arrive early in the morning, I woke up before sunrise and, wrapped in anything, went out into the yard, sat down on a stump and did not take my eyes off the birdhouse for hours, shivering from the morning frost, more often wielding the sleeve of my fur coat under my increasingly with a moist nose, but endured it, did not go into the hut: suddenly, I thought, he would fly in, but I wouldn’t even see him.

My patience was eventually rewarded. True, I did not catch the very moment at which the bird announced itself, and discovered it only when it was already sticking its long beak out of the house and emitting a ringing whistle, warning everyone and everyone: here it is, they say, I have arrived!

Before fluttering onto a branch and from there telling this news to the whole wide world, the starling will dive into its new home ten times in a row and examine it with all possible care. After all, not just anyone else, but he had to make a responsible decision: is the house suitable for living in and raising offspring?

The male is the first to fly to the nesting sites. Having found a new home quite suitable, he will first fly up to its roof, flap there often and often with his wings, silvered below to match the color of his belly, then he will move to the highest branch and there he will give full rein to his rare talent of singing both to the nightingale and to the sparrow , and under the dove, and under the rook, and even under the guttural centenarian - the black raven. A whole chapel in one tiny throat - isn’t this amazing, isn’t this a miracle?! And where, when and how, in his short life, he overheard all these different-sounding bird voices. And if only the bird's starling could imitate for you the meowing of a cat, and the mooing of a cow, and the bleating of a sheep, and bleats like a goat. He can do anything, starling!

Sung by poets of all times and peoples, the nightingale cannot sing even a hundredth part of these songs, but we never tire of praising him and admiring his voice. We understand that although the nightingale has one song, it is a nightingale song. It seems that the starling does not have his own song, but only the starling, and no one else, can collect a great many songs into one whole and turn them into something unified and unique, and no one else, isn’t that enough?! Is this why we await his arrival with no less (if not more) joy than the nightingale?! He is also close to our hearts because he does not hide from us in the dark thickets somewhere across the river, but bursts into tears, rejoices at the opportunity to live, sing and create right before our eyes, without hiding anything - neither his songs, nor his love scenes , nor my big family worries that were the result of this love...

Vanya... Vanka! The starlings have arrived!..

Just think - we do too! - my friend instantly retorted. - Yesterday!

Come on, are you lying? - I asked, somewhat taken aback.

By God! That's the cross! But, seeing that this was too little for me to believe, Vanka immediately added:

Honest pioneer!..

Vankin’s mother, like any mother, did not like it when her children lied to her, told lies, sighed sadly and, threatening her son with her grip, said with a bitter reproach:

You're lying, you scoundrel. You didn’t go out into the yard either yesterday or today.

I heard, mom.

You didn't hear anything. At least he didn’t lie to his mother! And you are also called a pioneer. Oh you!

Maybe I really heard it, Aunt Vera! - I stood up for my friend.

Oh, come on! - And Vanka’s mother defiantly went to the stove, rattling the grips and the poker there.

We ran out into the yard, climbed onto the rubble and, with our heads raised, waited for Vanka’s starlings to appear. In my heart I felt sorry for my comrade, forced out of pride to lie, and I watched his birdhouse with no less impatience than he. And when the bird, in flight, without any warning, dived into a new and therefore still unfamiliar house, he shouted first and louder than Vankin:

Arrived! Arrived!.. Van, did you see?.. Arrive!

Don't yell like that, Mish! “Vanka held me by the sleeve, as if I was going to fly up onto the willow tree where the birdhouse was attached. - You'll scare me off again!

I saw that Vanka’s eyes were turning red, and I hugged my comrade tightly to me. And we both felt so good that we can’t put it into words.

N. Ustinovich

Spring mail

It happened somehow unexpectedly, and therefore it was especially joyful. In the morning, while still lying in bed, grandfather Nazar hears: a starling singing in the yard. Yes, how he sings! Now it will chirp, now it will whistle, now it will burst into song like a nightingale...

The grandfather came out onto the porch and took a deep breath: the air was clean and fresh. It’s still freezing hard, but it’s still spring!

The starling sang for a long time, then flew off somewhere. And in the evening he returned not alone - with a friend. And then the war began. Over the winter, the sparrows occupied the birdhouse and settled there firmly. They don't let the owners go home!

There was a lot of noise at the birdhouse. It ended with the sparrows retreating. Tweeting offendedly, they disappeared under the eaves.

Grandfather sympathized with the sparrows, but what can you do... Don't occupy someone else's apartment!

Some time has passed since that day, and the grandfather completely forgot about the bird war. You never know there are other, more important things to remember...

One day the grandfather is sitting on a bench, basking in the sun. He sees the postman walking with a full bag. As he walked along the street, he passed, but didn’t even look into the alley where Nazar lived.

“For some reason there has been no letter from grandson Misha for a long time,” thought the grandfather. And then I remembered that I had not looked into the letter box nailed to the fence for two weeks.

“That’s how forgettable he is! - Grandfather shook his head in annoyance. “I’m waiting for a letter, but it may have been in the box for a long time.”

And he got up from the bench and went into the yard.

Grandfather's box was very simple. A wide gap appeared in the old fence, and the grandfather hung a flat plywood box to it. If you put a letter through the crack from the street, it will fall straight into the box. And so that the paper does not get wet in inclement weather, there is a board on top.

So the grandfather approached the box, lifted the lid, and a sparrow fluttered from there.

Why did the devil bring you here? - Nazar grumbled and looked into the box.

And then he was so surprised that he even whistled quietly. And there was something to be surprised about: the sparrows had built a nest in the box and had already laid eggs.

What impudent little sparrows! - the grandfather laughed. - Everyone tries to get into the wrong place.

Nazar stood there, thought, then brought nails and a hammer. He tore off the board on which it was written “for letters,” turned it back and nailed it to the fence so that only a small hole remained from the crack. It was now impossible to put the letter in the box, but the sparrow could crawl through freely.

Having finished this matter, the grandfather sat down on the bench again. And then he sees: a sparrow has flown in and, as if nothing had happened, dashes into the box!

So be it, live,” the grandfather whispered with a smile. - And if there is a letter, they will bring it into the hut.

After that, Nazar spent a long time telling everyone what kind of mail spring had sent him.

O. Skalon

Spring is coming!

A gentle breeze blows a little,

And the mornings are cool.

And the thin ice breaks

In the wilderness of an awakened garden.

But then the sun rises -

And now the ice has already melted.

And a joyful flock of birds

Shouts: “Spring! Spring is coming!"

Here the first stream ran,

And the snow disappears everywhere

And the nimble, ringing sparrow

Reminds us of spring.

V. Papin

Spring

The starlings flew in and occupied the nests,

They sing funny songs.

And the stars became big and bright,

And people get up early.

I. Mikhailova

In the village

The starlings chatter at the birdhouse,

Singing makes our hearts happy.

The spring air tinkles quietly -

And at the oldest garden,

Where the buds on the branches are visible,

The tired herd is resting,

Quietly listening to the sounds of spring.

M. Valek

Kamyshovka

From reed reeds

She weaved baskets

She put eggs in them

Yes, I kept watch all night.

Early morning at the market

She brought the goods.

I was there at the fair:

I bought a hundred baskets

Yes, a whole cart of eggs -

I barely made it home!

M. Valek

Sparrow

It's good in someone else's house,

On other people's bread for him,

Oh, how sweet it is to sleep!

Raindrops beat on the canopy,

Like they're falling from heaven

Grains of wheat.

It would be nice to bite.

Just don't open your eyes!

Sparrow under the eaves

He nodded - once, twice,

He pecked and swayed.

Fell straight into a puddle

I spilled half of it -

That's when he woke up!

A. Murashov

Sparrow

Old gray sparrow

Flew away from the cat

I sat on the fence

And cleaned the feathers.

And so that they know that he is alive,

He squeaked loudly:

“Chiv, chiv, chiv!”

M. Valek

Tit song

Spring is dressed up in flowers.

There would be more flies!

Don't laugh, I know it myself -

Winter sows them all winter!

From every snowflake

At every edge

On the dark side

Little fly!

And you didn’t even know about it...

Oh, just wait until summer!

S. Danilov

Conversation with a lark

Still under the ice crust

The snow is high and white.

Listen, loud lark,

You arrived too early!

I'm quickly with the wind

Snow in the valleys

I'll melt it!

I'm with the sun in a pattern

Ice on the lakes

Don't brag in advance!

Look how much work lies ahead!..

And the lark's efforts

Not enough, maybe... What then?..

Then, flying under the sun,

I'll sing my song!

A simple song will warm you up

M. Tank

Why does our sun rise early?

We're just about to reach the birch tree

Attached the bird's house,

How the new settlers flocked -

This is the custom among birds.

But on the branches in front of the entrance

A dispute arose: who should settle?

"To me!" - the roller screams.

“No, no, no!” - the titmouse rings.

The sparrow pushes the starling,

He was all tousled by the scream:

“I was the first to arrive here!

We’re a visiting guest, just let us through!”

And the starling: “What are you doing, buddy?

I'm not a guest, I'm a resident here.

This house, by the way.

It’s called a skvoreshny!”

People came running from the courtyards.

Saw: arguing loudly

Sparrow, starling, tit

And also a roller.

Screamers, calm down.

Are there not enough apartments for you?

We promise: there will be so many

So that there is just enough for everyone!..

Since then the birds have not argued,

Arriving in our village.

How many houses on the branches!

How many funny songs there are!

The sun loves to listen to birds -

That's why it's so early

And rises in spring and summer

From the dawn fog.

S. Markova

Feeder

Feeder hanging on the window

To the delight of us and the birds.

And every day a hundred friends

There's a knock on my window.

Tits, jackdaws, sparrows -

Quiet and bully -

They knock together in the morning

Through the window of my apartment.

What a joy it is to see birds

And hear the trill of titmouses!

I meet them every time

Like dear sisters.