Other Birds Novels & Stories

Lucy… I smelled her too. It was at that point I stared at a bird and realized I could make out every specific, distinct feather on it as it flew. The wind vibrated the feathers a little, and there was a beautiful iridescent to its ebon coloring as it flew in the sun. It was a corvid, I realized. I could even see the bumps around its eyes before it flew out of my range. The issue was, the bird was at least two hundred feet above me. Having a vision like that was impossible for me.

The forest around my grandmother’s was alive, just as she had mentioned. It wasn’t just one creature that opened my eyes to the life around me, but dozens, and the further I walked away from the cottage, the more I could see exactly what she was speaking of. Squirrels darted from tree to tree. Birds fluttered above me, calling out to one another as they circled and landed on one branch only to shoot off to another a moment later. They came in all shades and varieties, from red headed woodpeckers that announced their presence like construction workers to black crows that cawed and congregated in murders on leafless dead trees.

It was filled with so much love. I then looked up at the sky only to see that our surroundings were becoming dimmer and dimmer and the sun that had been burning the earth had long hidden into the horizon. Only some faint orange colour spread all over in its place. My gaze spotted a few birds flying above probably heading to their nests. They flocked in an orderly manner whilst showcasing their vibrant feathers to us all.

Summer read an article she found for her plushie. A second later, she put her tiny finger on the screen. "Look! This is a picture of one of the birds. It looks cute. Why should I be afraid? Is it a bad bird?" Summer scrolled the screen a little with a frown. Her eyes swept over another paragraph. "Sparrows are often found in agricultural areas, rural areas, and even urban areas. They are one of the most common types of birds found in cities. It's no wonder that many people like them. Moreover, their role in the ecosystem is as pest control and seed dispersers."

Every morning the birds come to the tree near the house of Dexter, the people have learned it and they come to see, the wonderful view, the group of birds, coming from the forest, giving wild fruits to Dexter. The fruits contain wide variety of wild berries and some other small fruits, that the birds can carry on their beaks. The birds are also of different sizes and colors. It becomes an spectacle view near the house of Dexter, having different types of birds gathered every morning. Some, used to take a video of it, while some , simply watch and enjoy the show.

I grinned from ear to ear as I watched him place the little one down with its paddling brothers and sisters. As promised, Jesse did give me a grand tour. He seemed to know everything about the place, and I enjoyed our walk around as he explained things to me. At the aviary, an outdoor enclosure filled with birds, he pointed out the animals who called it home. “One turkey vulture and two bald eagles live here.” “The turkey vulture isn’t as pretty as her bald eagle friends,” I said. His gaze shot up to the repulsive-looking bird. “Maybe not in everyone’s eyes, but I named

A beaming smile grew on my lips as I saw three eggs and two little cute birds. The birds have gray in color with the spot of white. Their peaks opened as if they were asking for the mother to give them food. "Wow! I have never seen one as beautiful as these." Hali touched the head of the adorable little bird using his index finger and caressed it. "You're so cute, Honey. I will always go here to look after you." "You mean you're gonna disturb me while sitting here?" "Now, I understand why you love to climb in this tree."

He sanctified his hands with the anointing oil and prayed for forgiveness for associating himself with unholy things in a shrine. The chirps of a half-dozen birds filled the air as they circled back and forth. Peter felt something was wrong somewhere but he could not understand what was wrong. The birds flew in a circle, singing silently while looking at the defeathered chickens. Then they perched on the dead chickens and started feeding on it. They fed on the chickens for some seconds before flying away with the little pieces they could gather in their mouths.

“That’s exactly what it looks like. Herons always look like that.” He scrolled. Found the mockingbird. Read the description with focused deliberateness. “Texas state bird,” he murmured quietly, to himself. “It mimics the calls of other birds.” He paused. His voice went different — less reading, more thinking. “It copies sounds that don’t belong to it. And it’s still considered a real bird.” I looked at him. He was staring at the phone, but the look was inward. Somewhere else. “Reed,” I said.

The clothes of the six birds were dry since it was not hot anymore. The four-winged rocks didn't notice that Soheila and the six birds were approaching them. They were worried for their child as they saw the two tiny birds were trembling due to their cries. The two tiny birds' plump bodies were only at the size of a palm. Unlike their parents, they are too tiny. The biological parents of the two tiny birds were worried as they won't stop crying. The female four-winged rocks cuddled the two tiny birds. However, the four-winged rocks sense a lot of auras approaching. And they became hostile when they saw humans. They glared at the uninvited guests. But before they could attack Soheila and the