Pregnant Bird Novels & Stories

I forced myself to calm down before offering an explanation. "The doctor said this pregnancy is delicate, and Sunny and Whiskers are too rough. Let's send them to my mom's place first, and once the baby's safely born, we can bring them back home, okay?" Adam had no objections. As for Harper, after I patiently reasoned with her, she eventually agreed as well. To avoid any complications, I had Adam load Whiskers and Sunny into the car right away. Before they left, I placed the birdcage containing the parrot, Kiwi, in the trunk as well. "Take her too."

"Ever since I became pregnant, I had to sleep in the room next to the sycamore tree. Otherwise, I can't sleep at all. Sometimes flocks of colorful birds and magpies gather around me, chirping endlessly. It must be the little one in my belly causing all the commotion." I looked at my sister, Freya Horn, as she feigned distress and made a show out of rubbing her belly while recounting the strange signs that had been happening since she became pregnant.

The weight of the little life growing inside me, a testament to the miracle of creation, felt like a warm ember igniting a flame of boundless happiness. I whispered the word "pregnant" to myself, allowing the reality to sink in. Waves of excitement washed over me, painting the world in hues of joy and anticipation. Every heartbeat echoed the promise of new beginnings, and the realization that I was about to embark on the journey of motherhood filled me with a sense of awe.

"I'm not sure. I've never seen anything like this before." As I worked, Ava gradually shifted closer to me, until she was pressed against my side. The casual contact sent a jolt through me—this physical closeness I'd been denied for five years. She fit perfectly against me, her small body radiating heat. I wanted to put my arm around her, to pull her close and tell her who I was. Instead, I continued my examination, fighting to maintain professional distance. "Do birds have families?" Ava asked suddenly. "Yes, they do," I replied, carefully extracting a sample of the crystalline substance. "Ravens especially are very social. They mate for life and raise their young together."

"You already have three bridesmaids. I don't think you need another." Jasmine put on a fake smile and grabbed my hand. "Gina, we were college mates for four years. You have to be my bridesmaid. Besides, the groomsmen are all my husband's friends. They're all rich and powerful. You wouldn't want to waste this opportunity, would you?" I lowered my gaze and noticed her slightly swollen belly. That wasn't just from her overeating. I had been married to my husband for five years and hadn't had a child with him, yet the mistress was pregnant.

But I was alive. For now. A shadow passed overhead. I looked up, my breath catching. The mother bird was back. It circled once, twice, then dove toward the nest with something clutched in its talons. I pressed myself as flat against the rock as I could. The bird landed with a heavy thud that made the whole nest shake. It dropped its prey in front of the baby birds. A wild boar. Dead. Torn open. The babies shrieked with excitement and descended on it, tearing into the flesh with their beaks.

Finally, the physician stood and offered us a congratulatory bow. "Congratulations, David. Ella is two months pregnant. Judging by the signs, she should be ready to bear your child in just a few days!" I had remained calm until that last part. "Really? Bear a child?" I blinked. "How can it happen so soon?" David chuckled and gently stroked my head, explaining, “The peacock clan is a bit different from the others. We bear children faster than other clans .” From the moment we confirmed the pregnancy, David wouldn’t let me lift a finger. He followed me around all day, trying to feed me tonics and supplements.

“You’d like this.” “Yeah, a few days ago,” I say, going over to join him at the window. “They got big so quickly.” The last time I saw them they were newly hatched, tiny and pink and naked. Now they’re at least double the size, covered in a light fuzz of soft grey down. I can see one sticking out from underneath the mother bird, squirming its way clumsily out from under her white feathers. Without even opening her eyes, she stretches out her wing, folding up the escaping baby against her breast.

"When Alina was young, whenever she was in trouble or frightened about something, she would always say, 'Papa, I had a nightmare about black birds again.' That was our code. Black birds meant something was scaring her but she couldn't say it directly." Emma smiled faintly. "That's good. You can use it. Ask if she's been having nightmares lately. If she mentions black birds, that means she's in danger." Rachel nodded. "And for the pregnancy, you can ask indirectly. For instance, ask whether she's started thinking of names for the baby. Or whether she's begun feeling pregnancy symptoms like nausea. From her answer, we'll be able to tell whether she's truly pregnant or not." "But what if Daniel

“A year? And how many eggs am I carrying right now? Can you also tell?” Although she was taken aback earlier about the news that she was pregnant, she had recovered a little from it already, and had actually felt elated about the fact that she was going to raise babies that resemble Gavil. She could just imagine the tiny baby cats hatching from eggs, and she’s already a thrilled. “We cannot tell how many they are, but based on how you glow, there must be at three to five eggs now. As the pregnancy progresses, the eggs could combine and fuse, so no one in sure how many eggs would come out until the mother lays them out.”