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The boys destroyed the wheatear's nest and broke its testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of the broken shells.

I managed to take only one of the six testicles from the boys intact.

I decided to save the chick hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will bring it out of the egg for me?

Who will feed?

I knew the nest of another bird nearby - the Mocking Warbler. She just laid her fourth egg.

But will the remnant accept the foundling? The wheatear egg is pure blue. It is larger and does not at all look like mocking eggs: they are pink with black dots. And what will happen to the wheatear chick? After all, he is about to come out of the egg, and the little mockers will hatch only in another twelve days. Will the mockingbird feed the foundling?

The mockingbird's nest was placed so low on the birch tree that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch tree, the mocking bird flew off its nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled pitifully, as if begging not to touch her nest.

I placed the blue egg with her crimson ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

Mockingbird did not return to the nest for a long time. And when she finally flew up, she didn’t immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else’s blue egg with disbelief.

But still she sat in the nest. This means she accepted someone else's egg. The foundling became an adopted child.

But what will happen tomorrow when the little wheatear hatches from the egg?

When the next morning I approached the birch tree, a nose was sticking out on one side of the nest, and a mocking tail was sticking out on the other.

When she flew off, I looked into the nest. There were four pink eggs and next to them a naked blind wheatear chick.

I hid and soon saw a mocking bird fly in with a caterpillar in its beak and put it into the little wheatear’s mouth.

Now I was almost sure that the mocking would feed my foundling.

Six days have passed. Every day I approached the nest and every time I saw the mockingbird’s beak and tail sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she managed to feed the wheatear and hatch her eggs.

I quickly moved away so as not to interfere with her in this important matter.

On the seventh day, neither beak nor tail stuck out above the nest. I thought: “It's over! The mockingbird has left the nest. The little wheatear died of hunger.”

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She was sleeping and didn’t even lift her head up or open her mouth: that meant she was full. She had grown so much these days that she covered the pink testicles barely visible from underneath with her body.

Then I guessed that the adopted child thanked his new mother: with the warmth of his little body he warmed her testicles and hatched her chicks.

And so it was. Mockingbird fed her fosterling, and the fosterling hatched her chicks.

He grew up and flew out of the nest before my eyes. And just by this time the chicks hatched from the pink eggs.

Mockingbird began to feed her own chicks and fed them well.

The boys destroyed the wheatear's nest and broke its testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of the broken shells.
I managed to take only one of the six testicles from the boys intact.
I decided to save the chick hidden in it.
But how to do that?
Who will bring it out of the egg for me?
Who will feed?
I knew the nest of another bird nearby - the Mocking Warbler. She just laid her fourth egg.
But will the remnant accept the foundling? The wheatear egg is pure blue. It is larger and does not at all look like mocking eggs: they are pink with black dots. And what will happen to the wheatear chick? After all, he is about to come out of the egg, and the little mockers will hatch only in another twelve days. Will the mockingbird feed the foundling?
The mockingbird's nest was placed so low on the birch tree that I could reach it with my hand.
When I approached the birch tree, the mocking bird flew off its nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled pitifully, as if begging not to touch her nest.
I placed the blue egg with her crimson ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.
Mockingbird did not return to the nest for a long time. And when she finally flew up, she didn’t immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else’s blue egg with disbelief.
But still she sat in the nest. This means she accepted someone else's egg. The foundling became an adopted child.
But what will happen tomorrow when the little wheatear hatches from the egg?
When the next morning I approached the birch tree, a nose was sticking out on one side of the nest, and a mocking tail was sticking out on the other.
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When she flew off, I looked into the nest. There were four pink eggs and next to them a naked blind wheatear chick.
I hid and soon saw a mocking bird fly in with a caterpillar in its beak and put it into the little wheatear’s mouth.
Now I was almost sure that the mocking would feed my foundling.
Six days have passed. Every day I approached the nest and every time I saw the mockingbird’s beak and tail sticking out of the nest.
I was very surprised how she managed to feed the wheatear and hatch her eggs.
I quickly moved away so as not to interfere with her in this important matter.
On the seventh day, neither beak nor tail stuck out above the nest. I thought: “It's over! The mockingbird has left the nest. The little wheatear died of hunger.”
But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She was sleeping and didn’t even lift her head up or open her mouth: that meant she was full. She had grown so much these days that she covered the pink testicles barely visible from underneath with her body.
Then I guessed that the adopted child thanked his new mother: with the warmth of his little body he warmed her testicles and hatched her chicks.
And so it was. Mockingbird fed her fosterling, and the fosterling hatched her chicks.
He grew up and flew out of the nest before my eyes. And just by this time the chicks hatched from the pink eggs.
Mockingbird began to feed her own chicks and fed them well.

story by Bianca V. Illustrations: E. Nazarov

Foundling

Bianchi V.V. Collected works: In 4 volumes. T. 1: Stories and fairy tales / Intro. Art. Grodensky G.; Comment. Bianchi E.; Rice. Charushina E. - L: Det. lit., 1972. - 399 pp.: ill., portrait. - Stories and fairy tales.

The boys destroyed the wheatear's nest and broke its testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of the broken shells.

I managed to take only one of the six testicles from the boys intact.

I decided to save the chick hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will bring it out of the egg for me?

Who will feed?

I knew the nest of another bird nearby - the Mocking Warbler. She just laid her fourth egg.

But will the remnant accept the foundling? The wheatear egg is pure blue. It is larger and does not at all look like mocking eggs: they are pink with black dots. And what will happen to the wheatear chick? After all, he is about to come out of the egg, and the little mockers will hatch only in another twelve days. Will the mockingbird feed the foundling?

The mockingbird's nest was placed so low on the birch tree that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch tree, the mocking bird flew off its nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled pitifully, as if begging not to touch her nest.

I placed the blue egg with her crimson ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

Mockingbird did not return to the nest for a long time. And when she finally flew up, she didn’t immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else’s blue egg with disbelief.

But still she sat in the nest. This means she accepted someone else's egg. The foundling became an adopted child.

But what will happen tomorrow when the little wheatear hatches from the egg?

When the next morning I approached the birch tree, a nose was sticking out on one side of the nest, and a mocking tail was sticking out on the other.

When she flew off, I looked into the nest. There were four pink eggs and next to them a naked blind wheatear chick.

I hid and soon saw a mocking bird fly in with a caterpillar in its beak and put it into the little wheatear’s mouth.

Now I was almost sure that the mocking would feed my foundling.

Six days have passed. Every day I approached the nest and every time I saw the mockingbird’s beak and tail sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she managed to feed the wheatear and hatch her eggs.

I quickly moved away so as not to interfere with her in this important matter.

On the seventh day, neither beak nor tail stuck out above the nest. I thought: “It's over! The mockingbird has left the nest. The little wheatear died of hunger.”

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She was sleeping and didn’t even lift her head up or open her mouth: that meant she was full. She had grown so much these days that she covered the pink testicles barely visible from underneath with her body.

Then I guessed that the adopted child thanked his new mother: with the warmth of his little body he warmed her testicles and hatched her chicks.

And so it was. Mockingbird fed her fosterling, and the fosterling hatched her chicks.

He grew up and flew out of the nest before my eyes. And just by this time the chicks hatched from the pink eggs.

Mockingbird began to feed her own chicks and fed them well.

The boys destroyed the wheatear's nest and broke its testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of the broken shells.

I managed to take only one of the six testicles from the boys intact.

I decided to save the chick hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will hatch it from the egg?

Who will feed?

I knew the nest of another bird nearby - the Mocking Warbler. She just laid her fourth egg.

But will the remnant accept the foundling? The wheatear egg is pure blue. It is larger and does not at all look like mocking eggs: they are pink with black dots. And what will happen to the wheatear chick? After all, he is about to come out of the egg, and the little mockers will hatch only in another twelve days.

Will the mockingbird feed the foundling?

The mockingbird's nest was placed so low on the birch tree that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch tree, the mocking bird flew off its nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled pitifully, as if begging not to touch her nest.

I placed the blue egg with her pink ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

Mockingbird did not return to the nest for a long time. And when she finally flew up, she didn’t immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else’s blue egg with disbelief.

But still she sat in the nest. This means she accepted someone else's egg. The foundling became an adopted child.

But what will happen tomorrow when the little wheatear hatches from the egg?

When I approached the birch tree in the morning the next day, a nose was sticking out on one side of the nest, and a mocking tail was sticking out on the other.

When she flew off, I looked into the nest. There were four pink eggs and next to them a naked blind wheatear chick.

I hid and soon saw a mocking bird fly in with a caterpillar in its beak and put it into the little wheatear’s mouth.

Now I was almost sure that the mocking would feed my foundling.

Six days have passed. Every day I approached the nest and every time I saw the mockingbird’s beak and tail sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she managed to feed the wheatear and hatch her eggs.

I quickly moved away so as not to interfere with her in this important matter.

On the seventh day, neither beak nor tail stuck out above the nest.

I thought: “It's over! The mockingbird has left the nest. The little wheatear died of hunger.”

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She was sleeping and didn’t even lift her head up or open her mouth: that meant she was full. She had grown so much these days that she covered the pink testicles barely visible from underneath with her body.

Then I guessed that the adopted child thanked his new mother: with the warmth of his little body he warmed her testicles and hatched her chicks. And so it was.

Mockingbird fed her fosterling, and the fosterling hatched her chicks.

He grew up and flew out of the nest before my eyes. And just by this time the chicks hatched from the pink eggs.

Mockingbird began to feed her own chicks and fed them well.

The boys destroyed the wheatear's nest and broke its testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of the broken shells.

I managed to take only one of the six testicles from the boys intact.

I decided to save the chick hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will bring it out of the egg for me?

Who will feed?

I knew the nest of another bird nearby - the Mocking Warbler. She just laid her fourth egg.

But will the remnant accept the foundling? The wheatear egg is pure blue. It is larger and does not at all look like mocking eggs: they are pink with black dots. And what will happen to the wheatear chick? After all, he is about to come out of the egg, and the little mockers will hatch only in another twelve days. Will the mockingbird feed the foundling?

The mockingbird's nest was placed so low on the birch tree that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch tree, the mocking bird flew off its nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled pitifully, as if begging not to touch her nest.

I placed the blue egg with her crimson ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

Mockingbird did not return to the nest for a long time. And when she finally flew up, she didn’t immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else’s blue egg with disbelief.

But still she sat in the nest. This means she accepted someone else's egg. The foundling became an adopted child.

But what will happen tomorrow when the little wheatear hatches from the egg?

When the next morning I approached the birch tree, a nose was sticking out on one side of the nest, and a mocking tail was sticking out on the other.

When she flew off, I looked into the nest. There were four pink eggs and next to them a naked blind wheatear chick.

I hid and soon saw a mocking bird fly in with a caterpillar in its beak and put it into the little wheatear’s mouth.

Now I was almost sure that the mocking would feed my foundling.

Six days have passed. Every day I approached the nest and every time I saw the mockingbird’s beak and tail sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she managed to feed the wheatear and hatch her eggs.

I quickly moved away so as not to interfere with her in this important matter.

On the seventh day, neither beak nor tail stuck out above the nest. I thought: “It's over! The mockingbird has left the nest. The little wheatear died of hunger.”

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She was sleeping and didn’t even lift her head up or open her mouth: that meant she was full. She had grown so much these days that she covered the pink testicles barely visible from underneath with her body.

Then I guessed that the adopted child thanked his new mother: with the warmth of his little body he warmed her testicles and hatched her chicks.

And so it was. Mockingbird fed her fosterling, and the fosterling hatched her chicks.

He grew up and flew out of the nest before my eyes. And just by this time the chicks hatched from the pink eggs.

Mockingbird began to feed her own chicks and fed them well.