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Write a story from the perspective of a bird migrating for the winter.

Posted in Winter on Oct 26, 2022

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Mr robin and houses create a nights dream

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Snuggled, in the warmth of the bed. All the way down from the brittle cold ground . His colours reflecting against the trees as he smiles down at the world looking quite smug . The fact that he was in the warm made him shiver the cold breeze out as he continued to look on through the lights of the enchanted houses that draw closer home . They too are happy as they watch with interesting smiles the magical houses blind out the night and see that the little robin is smiling up at them from the far distance . As the air continues to grow thicke...

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Flowers and Feathers

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The courthouse clock boomed twelve times, scattering the birds perched on its bricks. I joined the flapping mass of wings and allowed my gray and white feathers to blend in with the rest. The sun beat down from its arc in the sky, throwing rays of light that glistened on my companions’ coats. If I was able to smile, I would. It was noon, and that meant it was time. I let the others fly ahead of me, falling back in the ranks and eventually falling out of line completely. They didn’t spare me a second glance, knowing I had been disap...

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Migrating Bird

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In the great country of America there is an animal, that resembles the nation. This animal isn't any ordinary animal it is a bird. The national bird is known to be called Bald Eagle it was adopted as a symbol of the United States in 1782 and was chose for its majestic beauty, great strength, long life, and because it's native to North America. This bird has great instinct when it comes to survival. When it gets colder they migrate to the southern areas of the region to mate and have nesting grounds. They eat fish, insects, and other things a...

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Where Juniper Grows

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I counted walnuts in my head, the shriveled tan hearts dripping into a bowl, somewhere hidden behind a rock.  This was only a fantasy now. Nothing grew south of the forest, and nobody left out nuts in the desert. Each piece of food was treasured by all creatures, and I was a small and unimportant one. We continued toward the sun, which blinded me enough to mask the change of color from evergreen to dusty brown on the surface below. The people moved around like slow crickets, headed the same way as us. They pointed in the air, so we...

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A Bird’s Vacation Plans

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The view is familiar. Familiar it was, but not appealing. A view I saw a hundred times, and I looked away from it perhaps two times that number; as in each occasion, I look away once, then my eyes come to rest at it again, then the second looking-away comes, and so it goes.Detestable? I wouldn’t exactly say so, as I’m not one to detest, or at least that’s what I try to be. Migration was always my least favorite part of the year, so are the places over which I fly during these migration trips. They remind me of the goodbyes I had to utter to ...

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Tapestries

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In my elevated perch, I felt it this morning. The bracing wind that blew into my face, and through my plumed body. She was crisp in the lingering summer warmth, but not cold, as morning breezes tend to be sometimes. An unseeable dancer, she twirled around trees, she glided from branches, she swept across the floor, and then she left. And after she was gone, a few greenish-yellow leaves lay solemnly on the ground.In-between the summer of yesterday and the fall of tomorrow, today is a liminal day of yearning recollections and wishful thoughts....

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Flight

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How does it feel to fly? I would ask a bird if I could; how perfectly evolved for the sky. I bet it would feel so good. How must it feel and what must it think? As it soars higher and higher, does everything else shrink? To be king of the clouds, I would die for the dream. I bet it is as glorious as it seems. My head hurts and my eyes felt heavy. I can’t see anything, nor can I feel; I’m trapped in a senseless void with nothing but my thoughts. Isolated with no chance of escape – where am I? My splitting headache slowly begins to subs...

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Migratory birds such as the grey owl ,woodpecker , waxwing and coal-tit migrating for the winter.

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The story is entitled Migratory birds such as the grey owl, woodpecker ,waxwing and coal-tit migrating for the winter.The main reason behind why birds migrate for the winter includes among the following. Birds normally migrate to move from areas of low or decreasing resources to areas of high or increasing resources. These birds normally migrate for the winter in order to sought for food and nesting locations. Also in instances where there isn"t enough food they seek to migrate to find better places for food.Birds normally migrate for the wi...

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The Migrant's Tale

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction, but I have used information about migrating birds from the Audubon Society and Cornell Lab of Ornithology, which I believe is the most up-to-date scientific data. Interviewer: Please tell us what happens during your winter migration. Maude:         Yes, I will tell you the story of what happened last year. Small rustling sounds among the leaves woke me from a sweet dream of warm sunshine and a full stomach. I was hungry and would need to go for...

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THE LAST (LOST) SONG

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                          THE LAST (LOST) SONG “ Hey! Jack! It’s Chill and no sight of Sun” Samson put his arms around the shoulders of Samson. “ Yes! For the past three days the same weather haunts this village. I believe that New south wales is   no different!” “ Exactly! We are just fifteen kilometres away from New South Wales. How can you expect a different weather there? The weatherman report...

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Sleepless Bear and the Magic Apples

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To My Favorite Sleepless Bear, The day I first saw you, Aunt Tilda whispered in my ear the secret of the magic apples. You were just a little furry cute thing then. But Tilda Bird said, don't listen to what the men say. That bear is entrusted to you, and you alone. He's a small bear, and you're a small bird. So you have to stick together. When I saw the sun I realized I hadn't paid attention. I should have remembered you'd be going to hibernate today. I'm so sorry. It's my job to watch out for you. I'm supposed to bring you magic apples, t...

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‘Swallows, Swallows Poems Are Not the Point’

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A Short Story from the Perspective of a Bird Migrating for the Winter Title ‘Swallows, Swallows Poems Are Not the Point’ My name is Sean and I am a swallow. Each spring I fly from Africa to a little farm in County Derry, in the North of Ireland. I don’t want to sound dramatic, but I am just about 18 centimetres in length, and weigh 32 grams and I fly six thousand miles from Africa to reach Ireland each spring. I travel 200 miles every day and I begin my 6,000-mile journey in the middle of March. I fly back at the beginning of Septem...

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Denny the Sparrow

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Denny the Sparrow Of all the Sparrow’s in his community Denny was the one pushing the limits all the time that kept getting him into trouble with the community and the leaders. The leaders were continually reminding him he must follow the rules for the community to survive. For some reason Denny felt he was not destoned to be like all the other Sparrows. The weather was starting to get colder and the community was preparing to fly south for the winter. Denny thought for a minute and decided he was a year older now, young and strong and pret...

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Migrating to live...

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“I am the tern…goo goo g’joob…” From The Beatles’ I am the Walrus           I go from pole to pole, corner to corner, (a song line I recall) - Sterna Paradisa- me, the arctic tern. My flight or really my glide can be over 56,000 miles. I have the record for the longest migration of any animal, Arctic Circle to Antarctic Circle. I see more daylight than any other being. I like this. Night is scary. Nigtmares  of bigger foes; egg stealers. We terns nest once every t...

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The Tragedy of Migration

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I don't know what year it is, what month, what day. All I know is one morning I woke up, and I could feel the change. The wind was blowing crisper and there was a different smell in the air. Something within me told me, "It is time to FLY!" So I did. I didn't know where I was going or even why I was going. Something within me just told me it was time, and I listened. As I took to the skies, I heard the cries of my many brothers and sisters calling to me. Glancing around, I noticed that we were all spread out, and decided to try to move in a...

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