A story about a baby foundling. Little stories

The boys ruined the heater's nest, broke her testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of broken shells.
Only one of the six testicles I managed to take away from the boys whole.
I decided to save the nestling hidden in it.
But how to do that?
Who will bring him out of the egg for me?
Who will feed?
I knew nearby the nest of another bird, the chiffchaff. She just laid her fourth testicle.
But will the mockery accept a foundling? The egg of the wheatear is pure blue. It is larger and does not look like mocking testicles at all: they are pink with black dots. And what will happen to the wheatear chick? After all, he is about to emerge from the egg, and little chuckles will hatch out only in another twelve days. Will mockery feed a foundling?
The mocking nest was placed on a birch so low that I could reach it with my hand.
When I approached the birch, the chuckle flew off the nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled plaintively, as if begging not to touch her nests.
I put a blue egg to her raspberry ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.
The mingling did not return to the nest for a long time. And when, finally, she flew up, she did not immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else's blue egg with distrust.
But still, she sat in the nest. So, she took someone else's egg. The foundling became a foster child.
But what will happen tomorrow when the little wheatear hatches from the egg?
When the next morning I went up to the birch, a spout stuck out on one side of the nest, and on the other, a laughing tail.
Sits!
When she flew off, I looked into the nest. There were four pink testicles and next to them - a naked blind chick of a wheatear.
I hid and soon saw how a mocking caterpillar in its beak flew in and put it in the mouth of a little wheatear.
Now I was almost sure that the laughing would feed my foundling.
Six days have passed. Every day I went up to the nest and each time I saw the beak and tail of the mockingbird sticking out of the nest.
I was very surprised how she kept up and feed the heater and incubate her eggs.
I quickly moved away so as not to interfere with her in this important matter.
On the seventh day, neither the beak nor the tail stuck out above the nest. I thought, “It's over! The mocking has left the nest. The little Kamenka starved to death."
But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She slept and did not even pull her head up, did not open her mouth: it means she was full. She has grown so much during these days that she covered with her little body the pink testicles that were barely visible from under her.
Then I guessed that the adopted child thanked his new mother: with the warmth of his body, he warmed her testicles - hatched her chicks.
So it was. Mocking fed the adopted child, the adopted child hatched her chicks.
He grew up and flew out of the nest in front of my eyes. And just by this time, the chicks hatched from pink eggs.
Mocking began to feed her own chicks and fed them well.
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Vitaly Bianki. Stories and tales about animals
and about nature for children. We read for free online

The boys ruined the heater's nest, broke her testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of broken shells.

Only one of the six testicles I managed to take away from the boys whole.

I decided to save the nestling hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will bring him out of the egg for me?

Who will feed?

I knew nearby the nest of another bird, the chiffchaff. She just laid her fourth testicle.

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

The mocking nest was placed on a birch so low that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch, the chuckle flew off the nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled plaintively, as if begging not to touch her nests.

I put a blue egg to her raspberry ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

The mingling did not return to the nest for a long time. And when, finally, she flew up, she did not immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else's blue egg with distrust.

But still, she sat in the nest. So, she took someone else's egg. The foundling became a foster child.

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

When the next morning I went up to the birch, a spout stuck out on one side of the nest, and on the other, a laughing tail.

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

I hid and soon saw how a mocking caterpillar in its beak flew in and put it in the mouth of a little wheatear.

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

Six days have passed. Every day I went up to the nest and each time I saw the beak and tail of the mockingbird sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she kept up and feed the heater and incubate her eggs.

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

On the seventh day, neither the beak nor the tail stuck out above the nest. I thought, “It's over! The mocking has left the nest. The little Kamenka starved to death."

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She slept and did not even pull her head up, did not open her mouth: it means she was full. She has grown so much during these days that she covered with her little body the pink testicles that were barely visible from under her.

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

So it was. Mocking fed the adopted child, the adopted child hatched her chicks.

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

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

Information for parents: Foundling - short, good fairy tale about the birds. It tells about the author's discovery - the egg of a wheatear bird, from which a chick is about to hatch. But who will sit him down? Maybe another bird? Which one - the storyteller Vitaly Bianki will tell children from 4 to 8 years old. Read the story "The Foundling" to your children before bed.

Read the story The Foundling

The boys ruined the heater's nest, broke her testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of broken shells.

Only one of the six testicles I managed to take away from the boys whole.

I decided to save the nestling hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will bring him out of the egg for me?

Who will feed?

I knew nearby the nest of another bird, the chiffchaff. She just laid her fourth testicle.

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

The mocking nest was placed on a birch so low that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch, the chuckle flew off the nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled plaintively, as if begging not to touch her nests.

I put a blue egg to her raspberry ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

The mingling did not return to the nest for a long time. And when, finally, she flew up, she did not immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else's blue egg with distrust.

But still, she sat in the nest. So, she took someone else's egg. The foundling became a foster child.

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

When the next morning I went up to the birch, a spout stuck out on one side of the nest, and on the other, a laughing tail.

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

I hid and soon saw how a mocking caterpillar in its beak flew in and put it in the mouth of a little wheatear.

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

Six days have passed. Every day I went up to the nest and each time I saw the beak and tail of the mockingbird sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she kept up and feed the heater and incubate her eggs.

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

On the seventh day, neither the beak nor the tail stuck out above the nest. I thought, “It's over! The mocking has left the nest. The little Kamenka starved to death."

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She slept and did not even pull her head up, did not open her mouth: it means she was full. She has grown so much during these days that she covered with her little body the pink testicles that were barely visible from under her.

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

So it was. Mocking fed the adopted child, the adopted child hatched her chicks.

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

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

The boys ruined the heater's nest, broke her testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of broken shells.

Only one of the six testicles I managed to take away from the boys whole.

I decided to save the nestling hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will bring him out of the egg for me?

Who will feed?

I knew nearby the nest of another bird, the chiffchaff. She just laid her fourth testicle.

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

The mocking nest was placed on a birch so low that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch, the chuckle flew off the nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled plaintively, as if begging not to touch her nests.

I put a blue egg to her raspberry ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

The mingling did not return to the nest for a long time. And when, finally, she flew up, she did not immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else's blue egg with distrust.

But still, she sat in the nest. So, she took someone else's egg. The foundling became a foster child.

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

When the next morning I went up to the birch, a spout stuck out on one side of the nest, and on the other, a laughing tail.

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

I hid and soon saw how a mocking caterpillar in its beak flew in and put it in the mouth of a little wheatear.

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

Six days have passed. Every day I went up to the nest and each time I saw the beak and tail of the mockingbird sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she kept up and feed the heater and incubate her eggs.

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

On the seventh day, neither the beak nor the tail stuck out above the nest. I thought, “It's over! The mocking has left the nest. The little Kamenka starved to death."

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She slept and did not even pull her head up, did not open her mouth: it means she was full. She has grown so much during these days that she covered with her little body the pink testicles that were barely visible from under her.

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

So it was. Mocking fed the adopted child, the adopted child hatched her chicks.

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

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

The little boys ruined the heater's nest, broke her testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of broken shells.

Only one of the six testicles I managed to take away from the boys whole.

I decided to save the nestling hidden in it.

But how to do that?

Who will bring him out of the egg for me?

Who will feed?

I knew nearby the nest of another bird, the chiffchaff. She just laid her fourth testicle.

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

The mocking nest was placed on a birch so low that I could reach it with my hand.

When I approached the birch, the chuckle flew off the nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled plaintively, as if begging not to touch her nests.

I put a blue egg to her raspberry ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.

The mingling did not return to the nest for a long time. And when, finally, she flew up, she did not immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else's blue egg with distrust.

But still, she sat in the nest. So, she took someone else's egg. The foundling became a foster child.

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

When the next morning I went up to the birch, a spout stuck out on one side of the nest, and on the other, a laughing tail.

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

I hid and soon saw how a mocking caterpillar in its beak flew in and put it in the mouth of a little wheatear.

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

Six days have passed. Every day I went up to the nest and each time I saw the beak and tail of the mockingbird sticking out of the nest.

I was very surprised how she kept up and feed the heater and incubate her eggs.

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

On the seventh day, neither the beak nor the tail stuck out above the nest. I thought, “It's over! The mocking has left the nest. The little Kamenka starved to death."

But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She slept and did not even pull her head up, did not open her mouth: it means she was full. She has grown so much during these days that she covered with her little body the pink testicles that were barely visible from under her.

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

So it was. Mocking fed the adopted child, the adopted child hatched her chicks.

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

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