Hi,
It's Stefania and here are some stories for people,
For kitties who love birds.
Baby,
You know the sound that a woodpecker makes when he drums on the tree.
It's a kind of rhythmic drumming sound like ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta.
That's the sound that we'll be talking about in this story.
The Woodpeckers start a bird band.
The woodpecker family were around on various trees drumming,
Drumming on the bark.
Mr.
Harry Woodpecker,
Mr.
Danny Woodpecker,
And Mr.
Redheaded Woodpecker were hard at work.
Mr.
Band suggested Mr.
Harry Woodpecker.
What's that you say?
Asked Mr.
Redheaded Woodpecker,
Who had been so busy at work that he had not heard what Mr.
Harry Woodpecker had been suggesting.
A band,
Repeated Mr.
Harry Woodpecker.
What sort of a band?
Asked Mr.
Redheaded Woodpecker.
In the first place,
Continued Mr.
Harry Woodpecker,
Our bills are not only fine tools for the work we have to do getting the insects from the trees and burrowing for our nests,
But they would be splendid to use in beating the drums in a band.
Where would we get drums?
Asked Mr.
Redheaded Woodpecker.
The trees,
Of course,
You silly,
Said Mr.
Harry Woodpecker.
Oh,
Yes,
Yes,
Agreed Mr.
Redheaded Woodpecker.
And Mr.
Downey Woodpecker said,
Of course,
Of course,
The trees will be our drums.
We'll get the other birds,
Said Mr.
Harry Woodpecker,
To help us.
We need something in a band besides the drums.
We will ask the goldfinches,
The mockingbirds,
The bobble links,
The Phoebe and Chickadee families,
All of the warbler and virail families,
And the robins,
Of course.
Then,
I think we'll ask the orioles,
The whippoorwills,
The thrush family,
And the song sparrows.
Oh,
Said Mr.
Downey Woodpecker,
That will make a perfect band.
We'd better get started right away.
And the Woodpeckers began to practice.
They made such a noise that the birds came from far and near to see what they were doing.
Mr.
Sapsucker,
Mr.
Crested Woodpecker,
And Mr.
Flicker Woodpecker had all joined in beating the drums,
Too.
Why,
Are you making so much noise?
Asked the birds as they flew around to the nearby trees to talk to the Woodpeckers.
Oh,
Said Mr.
Harry Woodpecker,
We were just going to ask you all to join our band.
We will beat the drums.
And just what do you want us to do?
Asked Mr.
Robin Redbreast,
Who was always eager to help.
You must all sing.
But we all sing differently,
Choked the song sparrow.
We know different tunes and different songs.
Oh,
Said Mr.
Harry Woodpecker,
I never thought about that.
But never mind.
You can have little parts to sing alone and all other choruses where you will all sing together.
I'm sure it will be a very fine band after we have practiced.
And they began pounding the drums again.
Well,
Said Mr.
Robin Redbreast,
If the band isn't the finest in the land,
At least we'll make a cheerful noise.
And that was the beginning of the bird band.
Now I'll tell you the story about the Cardinal Bird and the Robin.
The Cardinal Bird and the Robin.
The Cardinal Bird is a very superior bird and will not come down to the ground.
The lowest he will come is to a bush,
But he never hops along on the woods or lawns.
No,
Not he.
One day,
Robin Redbreast was walking on a green lawn.
He stopped several times to pick up a worm from the ground,
Swallow it whole and then walk along.
In a tree nearby,
He spied the Cardinal Bird.
Hello,
He said surely.
Won't you come and have a worm with me?
There are a number in this lawn and the good rain we had last night has made the ground so nice and soft.
Do join me.
He ended with a bright chirp.
No,
Thank you,
Said the Cardinal Bird.
I wouldn't soil my feet on that ground.
I hate the ground.
Absolutely hate it.
And the Cardinal Bird looked very haughty and proud.
Come on,
Said the Robin Redbreast.
You won't get your feet dirty.
And if you do,
He whispered knowingly,
I can lead you to the nicest brook where you can wash them off with fresh rainwater.
Do come.
I cannot,
Said the Cardinal Bird.
I do not like the earth.
I want to be flying in the air or sitting on the branches of trees.
Sometimes I will perch for a little while on a laurel bush.
But come any lower.
Oh,
Dear me,
I couldn't.
It's a great shame,
Said the Robin Redbreast.
Of course,
There's no accounting for taste.
Thank you for inviting me,
Added the Cardinal Bird politely,
For he prided himself on his good manners.
Pretty soon some people came along.
At once they noticed the beautiful Cardinal Bird.
He wore his best red suit,
Which he wears all the time,
Except in the winter when he adds gray to his wings.
His collar and tie were of black,
And his feathers stuck up on the top of his head,
So as to make him look very stylish and fine.
Oh,
What a wonderful bird,
Said the people.
Mr.
Cardinal knew.
They were admiring him,
Of course.
And so did Robin Redbreast.
No one had noticed him.
But he didn't care,
For he knew Mr.
Cardinal Bird was by far the more beautiful,
And Robin hasn't a mean disposition.
When the Cardinal Bird heard the praise,
He began to sing,
A glorious high voice he had,
And he sounded his clear notes over and over again.
Then suddenly he stopped,
Cocked his head to one side,
As though to say,
And what do you think of me now?
From down on the ground,
Robin Redbreast had been listening.
Oh,
That was wonderful,
Wonderful,
He trilled.
Oh,
Listen to that dear little Robin,
Said one of the people.
I must get him some breadcrumbs.
When the breadcrumbs were scattered over the ground,
Robin Redbreast invited the Cardinal Bird down again,
Thinking they were for him.
But the beautiful,
Proud bird would not come down,
And the people were saying,
After all,
There is nothing quite as nice as a dear little Robin.
So Robin had a nice little snack,
Didn't he?
And that's it for the bird stories for this time.
So for those of you who love birds,
There's more to come.
Bye for now.
Thank you for watching.
