My doorstep

There is a nest of swallows at my door. Every spring, after a lot of hardships, the swallows will come to my house to settle down.

After the swallows arrived at my home to choose the venue, they were busy setting up their "palace" to prepare for their baby. In a few days, they built a beautiful palace. After a few more weeks, the little swallow was born! The newborn little swallow does not see black hair, closes his eyes, has a thin and long neck, can clearly see the bone inside, under the small head, there is a prominent, probably the same throat Let's go! Whenever I try to get close to the young swallows, they will stretch the thin neck, open the pale yellow mouth, oh, oh, oh, oh... it’s like a non-stop, as if Ask me for it!

Because the little swallows are too small to fly, they have to rely on their parents to find food and feed them back. After the swallows and fathers find the food, they will rush back like a sharp arrow and put the food in the mouth of the little swallow. After feeding, he flew into the distance like the wind, and then returned to the little swallow with the fruit of victory. This series of "thrilling" feeding movements did not last more than 5 seconds before and after, and my mouth appeared to be "O" shaped.

In a blink of an eye, a few more weeks passed. Once, a swallow full of dark, shiny feathers screamed at the door of my house. It might be that the little guy fell hurt when he was flying. He looked at me with water, as if begging I will send it home. I quickly picked it up, gently stroked it, and then fell in love with it and put it back to its "palace." At this time, Yan Mama flew around me, as if thanking the child for their kindness.

But today, an unfortunate incident happened. A newly born little swallow lost some of his wits and fell heavily on the ground and died. Its brothers and sisters have been stretching their necks and screaming, their parents are flying around it, and they are making a sigh of sorrow... I feel very uncomfortable, I sadly took this dead little swallow and took it. Buried in the flower bed of my house.

I think a little swallow can fly freely from birth to birth, how much hard it is for his parents, and how much damage this little swallow has today brought to its parents! I dare not think again. I hope that the little swallows in the "Palace" will grow up healthily and healthyly, and hope that the swallow family will live happily and excitedly in my home every year.