I'm a bird lover. Some one who loves and studies birds is called a birder. I started birding when I saw a robin out the window. This got me very excited even though robins (the most common bird in my neck of the woods) had never gotten me so happy before. My brothers and I went outside and threw breadcrumbs onto the ground. After about 30 minutes of watching, I realized that not a single breadcrumb was eaten!
A little while later a squirrel came and stole some breadcrumbs... no robins. In the evening, a couple of Mallards came to have a whole bread feast - still no robins.
The next morning a few House Sparrows, the same squirrel, and more ducks came by and took the rest of the crumbs. I observed the robins for a little while and saw what they really liked to eat - insects. I ended up writing a poem about it, too:
The Adventure With Breadcrumbs
We threw some breadcrumbs on the ground,
And then a squirrel came running down.
He stole some breadcrumbs from the birds,
And ran away to tell his herds.
So far the birds won't touch the crumbs,
But still realized the many sums.
We named the birds that flew along by,
It started to flurry, which caused them to fly.
Soon they came back to eat some worms,
One bird got a worm that wriggled and squirmed.
I'll have to remember whatever the sum,
That some birds don't like to eat breadcrumbs.
I learned a lot that day. After that we did research, got binoculars, and bird books. Ever since then I've been looking out the window all the time, keeping an eye on all of the birds.
What a great poem!
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