The Chickies

This poem is about something that happened last month:

Spider plant in a hanging pot,

There's a nest in the leaves

The Chickies are there,

The Doves, eat seeds a lot.

One egg there, one day,

One more, the other day

"When will they hatch,"

Anxious we were in a way.

Oh!Hurray , Hurray

Fluffy, Fluffy, Grey, Grey,

The babies of the dove,

Tiny,Tiny, Grey, Grey

Getting bigger everyday,

Eating seeds, with the beaks

Silky and Hidey, we call them

One day, they fly away.

Day 4 or 5 after they hatched

Can you spot the eggs!!

They are getting bigger everyday!!
We can see them from the window!!

Front one is Hidey back one is Silky
Hidey is older than Silky

The very first day of there Flight!!

The nest is now empty!!

We miss Hidey and Silky dearly.

They do come to visit us(with their parents) we see the family at our backyard, for we throw seeds there for the birds.

But still I miss them on that specific plant, if you know what i mean.I used to watch them from the window and i miss that, i miss the special carefulness to not make a noise while being near the window,i miss the excitement after waking up in the morning and rushing to the store to see if the eggs were hatched yet or if the babies have flown yet.

And now they are too big to fit the nest, so we took it off, so I also miss the nest being on that plant.

Anyhow, at least I get to see them at the back garden.

💖

Barirah