My small flock grew rapidly as their parents faithfully flew out and brought back breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. Our yard has a few less worms as a result. Since the nest had been built at near eye level - I’m 6’ 4” tall – it was easy to observe their daily development. The adults seemed to accept my frequent visits, and the babies didn’t know any better.
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Hi Mr. Max,
I am Kayla. I am 7 years old. My grandma is your friend. Her name is Dara.
I can not wait to find out what happens to your birds. I am glad that you helped the robins. It is good that the big birds feed them worms.But not good for the worms because they die.
But birds can not eat gummy worms because it will make them sick, so real worms are better for real birds.
Some times crows are mean. I like your books too. There is a full moon on the 18, watch for it. I hope to meet you some time. Grandma says you are nice and hi.
Your friend,
Kayla
P.S. Hi Max, Kayla and I are reading your blog and your books. Thanks again for writing such incredible books. BTW she wrote this herself, but I am helping her send it.
Dara
Stopping in from TWV...How funny that you rescued a robin! Last week my boys (ages 5 & 3) brought me a baby robin that had fallen out of its nest. The poor little thing had barely gotten feathers and was so weak he could barely hold his head up. Being that I'm pregnant, my maternal instincts are out of control and I just couldn't let him die. Thankfully I happened to know that if you feed a baby bird soggy cat food it will live. So now that little robin is fat and happy living in a crate on my back porch. He's so happy in fact that I fear he'll never leave! And I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm his mommy because he starts to sing every time he hears my voice. I'll be posting his story on my blog tomorrow if you care to see pictures.
Ariel - a mother of all boys
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