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Rural settlement

Smirnovskoe

Nikolai Sladkov.

Winter debts

The Sparrow was chirping on the dung heap - and he was jumping up and down! And the Crow Hag croaks in her nasty voice:

Why, Sparrow, was he happy, why was he chirping?

“The wings itch, Crow, the nose itches,” Sparrow answers. - The passion to fight is the hunt! Don’t croak here, don’t spoil my spring mood!

But I'll ruin it! - Crow does not lag behind. - How can I ask a question!

I scared you!

And I'll scare you. Did you peck crumbs in the trash bin in winter?

Did you pick up grains from the barnyard?

Picked it up.

Did you have lunch in the bird cafeteria near the school?

Thank you guys for feeding me.

That's it! - Crow bursts into tears. - With what

Are you thinking of paying for all this? With your chirping?

Am I the only one who used it? - Sparrow was confused. - And the Tit was there, and the Woodpecker, and the Magpie, and the Jackdaw. And you, Vorona, were...

Don't confuse others! - Crow wheezes. - You answer for yourself. Borrowed - give back! As all decent birds do.

Decent ones, maybe they do,” Sparrow became angry. - But are you doing it, Crow?

I'll cry before anyone else! Do you hear a tractor plowing in the field? And behind him, I pick out all sorts of root beetles and root rodents from the furrow. And Magpie and Galka help me. And looking at us, other birds are also trying.

Don't vouch for others either! - Sparrow insists. - Others may have forgotten to think.

But Crow doesn’t let up:

Come and check it out!

Sparrow flew to check. He flew into the garden, where the Tit lives in a new nest.

Congratulations on your housewarming! - Sparrow says. - In my joy, I suppose I forgot about my debts!

I haven’t forgotten, Sparrow, that you are! - Titmouse answers. “The guys treated me to delicious salsa in the winter, and in the fall I’ll treat them to sweet apples.” I protect the garden from codling moths and leaf-eaters.

For what reason did Sparrow fly to my forest?

“But they’re demanding payment from me,” Sparrow tweets. - And you, Woodpecker, how do you pay?

That’s how I try,” answers the Woodpecker. - I protect the forest from wood borers and bark beetles. I fight them tooth and nail! I even got fat...

Look, thought Sparrow. - I thought...

Sparrow returned to the dung heap and said to Crow:

Yours, hag, the truth! Everyone is paying off winter debts. Am I worse than others? How can I start feeding my chicks mosquitoes, horseflies and flies! So that the bloodsuckers don't sting these guys! I'll pay back my debts in no time!

He said so and let’s jump up and chirp on the dung heap again. There is still free time. Until the sparrows in the nest hatched.

Nikolai Sladkov.

Arithmetic titmice

In the spring, the white-cheeked tits sing loudest of all: they ring their bells. In different ways and manners. Some people just hear: “Twice two, twice two, twice two!” And others whistle smartly: “Four-four-four-four!”

From morning to evening, titmouses cram the multiplication table.

“Twice two, twice two, twice two!” - some shout.

“Four-four-four!” - others answer cheerfully.

Arithmetic titmice.

Nikolai Sladkov.

Sparrow's spring

Song under the window

In spring, masters of songs sing in the forests and fields: nightingales and larks. People listen to them with bated breath. I know a lot of bird songs. When I hear it, I’ll tell you right away who’s singing. But now I didn’t guess.

I woke up early. Suddenly I heard: outside the window, behind the curtain, some bird was fussing in the bushes. Then a voice, but so pleasant, as if two crystals had hit each other. And then just like a sparrow: “Chiv! Chiv!”

A crystalline - a sparrow, a sparrow - a crystalline. Yes, everything is hotter, faster and louder!

I went through all the bird songs in my memory - no, I’ve never heard one like this.

But the invisible bird does not stop: with a crystal - a sparrow, with a sparrow - with a crystal!

You can’t even lie under a warm blanket here! I jumped up, pulled back the curtain and saw: an ordinary sparrow sitting on a bush! Old friend! Chiv - Pinched Back of the Head. He flew to my windowsill all winter for crumbs. But now Chiv is not alone, but with his girlfriend. The girlfriend sits quietly and cleans her feathers. But Chivu can’t sit still. He chirps at the top of his lungs and jumps like a clockwork around his girlfriend from branch to branch - from step to step. Thin branches beat against each other and ring with crystals. That's why they ring because rainwater has frozen on them in thin icicles.

"Chiv!" - sparrow. "Ding!" - icicle.

And so it turns out well and great, really, no worse than that of the honored singers - Nightingales and Larks.

Sparrow nights

The sparrow Chiv lived all winter in the old chimney. The terrible winter nights dragged on for a long time: the frost was shooting, the wind shook the chimney and sprinkled ice grains on top. The legs were chilly, frost grew on the feathers.

great day

Every day the sun is higher. Every night at least as fast as a sparrow, but in short.

And then it came - the Great Day: the sun rose so high that it looked into Chiv’s black chimney.

Icicle water

There are icicles on the roofs. During the day, water drips from the icicles. This is a special water - icicle. Chiv loves icicle water very much. It will bend over the ledge and deftly pick up with its beak an icicle droplet, similar to a droplet of the sun. After drinking water, Chiv begins to jump and chirp so desperately that passers-by stop, smile and say: “The smoking room has come to life!”

Cap! Cap!

The bushes were filled with water. There are garlands of drops on each branch. A sparrow lands - sparkling rain! He bends down to drink, and a drop drops from right under his nose - drip! Sparrow to the other, the other - drop!

Leap, hop sparrow, drip, drip droplets.

Spring ringing

The frost has taken hold. Each wet branch was dressed in an ice cap. A sparrow sat on an inclined branch and rolled down, as if down a hill. The tit also slipped and hung upside down. The crow sank into the thick of the branches in mid-flight - it made a noise!

Somersault

Every day there is news. There are insects in the air! Chiv flew up from the roof in a column, grabbed a bug in the air and, having somersaulted in the air, landed on the chimney. Chiv ate beetles and flies, and strange things began to happen to him. He suddenly grabbed his old friend Chirik by the scruff of the neck and began to torment him like a dog to a cat. The chirp screamed, kicked its legs, and beat its wings. But Chiv tore him and tore him until he tore out a tuft of feathers from him. And all winter they were friends. And they drank water from one icicle. And they washed themselves in the neighboring puddles. Only after Chirik the water became not black, but red. Because all winter Chirik slept in a crack in a brick pipe.

And now everything has gone topsy-turvy.

steps

The drooping branches of the willow look like green hair. There are knots and knots on every hair.

These are the kidneys.

Raindrops roll down the branches and happily jump from bud to bud. So the guys jump down the steps on one leg.

Willow sparkles and smiles.

Green butterflies

The buds on the poplars strained and burst. From each bud, like a butterfly from a chrysalis, a green leaf emerged.

The sparrows settled on the branches and began to peck at the sticky green butterflies. Help themselves; one peephole is up - is there a hawk, the other is down - is there a cat?

Brawlers

The sparrows went crazy from the icicle water and the sun, from the beetles and flies, from the fresh leaves. Fights here and there! Two people grapple on the roof - a dozen rush towards them. They cling to each other, flutter, scream and fall like a feathered garland from the roof onto the heads of passers-by.

tree of songs

In the evening, all the sparrows - beaten and unbeaten - flock to a special tree - the tree of songs. They say goodbye to the day in a friendly chorus. So, with a song, they say goodbye to every day of spring.

Passers-by listen to the sparrow choir with pleasure and smile.

Trouble

Chiv and his mate Chuka built a nest in a crack under the eaves. They lined it with feathers, hair, cotton wool, hay and rags. And Chuka brought a candy wrapper and two tram tickets: pink and blue. It turned out very cozy. Chiv recalled his chimney and regretted that he had not thought of meeting Chuka earlier.

And suddenly - creaking, creaking, creaking! The plasterer climbed up to the cornice in a cradle. He stood up and began to seal the cracks under the eaves with his spatula.

What started here! All the sparrows are jumping towards him! They jump along the very edge of the roof, scolding the plasterer at the top of their voices. But the plasterer does not understand the sparrow’s language: he covers up the cracks and brushes off the sparrows with a spatula. And he threw away Chiva and Chuka’s nest. Feathers, cotton wool, hair, hay and rags flew in the wind. And the candy wrapper and tickets fell down.

Crib house

Chiv and Chuka occupied the birdhouse. The wind swayed the pole, and along with the pole they swayed new house. Chiv got seasick and nodded off. Chuka did not doze: she again carried feathers, cotton wool and dry blades of grass into the nest. And again she brought a candy wrapper and tram tickets.

Eviction

The owners of the birdhouse have returned from the south - serious black starlings. Silently, working busily, they threw out first Chiva and Chuka and finally their entire nest from the birdhouse. Again feathers, cotton wool, blades of grass, candy wrappers and tram tickets flew in the wind.

Petal Blizzard

A blizzard whistles. A white mist of apple tree petals flows through the streets. And in the dead ends there are whirlwinds. White swirls of apple petals.

Once!

I heard Chiva. He was sitting by his old nest - on an abandoned old pipe. He sat and tweeted in a voice that was not his own. Because in its beak there was a caterpillar sticking out like a cigarette. And he chirped without opening his mouth, “through his teeth.” Once!

The sparrow spring is over. My mouth is full of trouble!

Vitaly Bianchi.

"A piece of bread"

Only the well-fed do not fly to the garbage heap in winter. But there are few well-fed people in winter. Hungry bird eyes see everything. Sensitive ears hear everything. Do you think that since bird ears are not noticeable, they are not sensitive? No matter how it is! The door creaks quietly - and the birds hear. The hostess will throw out the slop from the bucket - they will immediately see it. If he leaves, they will be right there. They are crows, jackdaws, magpies and jays. Birds are smart, careful, cunning. They know a person and know when to be afraid of him. Most of all they love those who do not pay attention to them. But it’s hard not to pay attention to them.

The crows fly in, rustling with damp wings, and blinking funny, flickering their white eyelids. It's like they're rolling their eyes with pleasure.
Magpies have snowflakes sparkling on their black velvet backs. And the tails and wings seem to be painted with oil: they are cast in green, purple and yellow.
Black jackdaws wear gray collars, their eyes are white and surprised.
The jay is the most elegant of all: a red crest, blue on the wing - like ripples on the water. Okay, clever. It will fill your mouth full, even your throat will swell. And quickly into the forest: put them in the corners. It disperses and flies again. It's scary, but it flies. Out of fear, even his mouth opens and the little crest stands on end. He even mutters something under his breath. But hunger is even worse.
Hunger drove the disabled jackdaw. Some hunter shot off the lower half of its beak. Neither peck, nor take, nor clean the feathers.
She sat down, strangely thin-nosed, disheveled, emaciated, with icicle feathers on her belly. Come what may.
She put her head on the snow and grabbed the piece sideways. A piece is a day of life. Will it be there tomorrow too? Birds are visible and invisible around the home.
The door knocked: friend or foe? With a bucket or with a gun? It would be better to hide, but we have to fly. Only the well-fed one does not fly to the garbage heap in winter. And there are few well-fed people in winter.

Vitaly Bianchi.

Story: "Crazy Bird"

When I was ten years old, I lived the whole winter in the village.
I ran through the forest, tracked birds and learned various interesting details of their life. This was my favorite pastime, and I really missed it when anything interfered with my walks.
But then the February frosts hit. A strong snowstorm arose.
My father did not let me leave the house for a long time. Time passed terribly slowly.
Finally, a few days later, I woke up in the morning and saw a clear blue sky through the window.
I immediately asked my father for leave, got dressed and ran out into the yard.
It was frosty outside, but quiet. The sun shone brightly. The shine of the white snow hurt my eyes.
There was no point in even thinking about getting into the forest. There were such drifts of loose snow that I fell waist-deep at every step.
We had to head along the river. On the contrary, the wind swept away almost all the snow, so that in some places bluish ice was visible.
There were no birds anywhere. A long white strip of river stretched in front of me. To the right and to the left, a snow-covered forest stood silently on its steep banks. Even the squeaking of tits could not be heard in it.
I thought: “That’s right, the birds don’t feel well after such a long snowstorm.” Soon I saw in front of me in the snow black spot.
It turned out that it was a dead crow. She lay with her head buried in a snowdrift, her wings knocked down by the wind outstretched.
I picked it up and examined it from all sides. She was already numb. Nowhere on her entire body was there a trace of a wound or bruise.
I realized that the frost had killed the crow.
I felt very sorry for this big strong bird, frozen here in the middle of the snowdrifts. I consoled myself with the thought that not all the birds died these days. I’ll probably be able to catch some half-dead bird today. I will take her home, warm her, feed her and keep her until spring.
As if in response to my thoughts, a quiet chirping was heard not far away.
I looked up. There was an ice hole ahead. Along its edge, right next to the water, a white-breasted bird was jumping. She twitched her short tail and burst into song in every possible way. “That's crazy! - I thought. “How can she be happy in such cold weather?” The white-breasted bird did not pay any attention to me. I wanted to take a closer look at her. But as soon as I took a few steps towards it, the bird threw itself headfirst into the hole. For one moment I still saw how she quickly moved her wings, as if flying in water. Then she disappeared under the ice.
I was left standing there with my eyes bulging and my mouth open. “Drowned!” - A terrible thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I rushed to the ice hole. The shallow water flowed very quickly here. The drowned woman was nowhere to be seen.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I ran home to my father, with a dead crow in my hands and with an amazing story about a white-breasted drowned bird.
My father told me to throw the crow away right away, and he laughed at my story for a long time. I didn’t understand what was funny about it, and I was very angry with my father. - Fool! - he said. - After all, it was a dipper. She didn’t drown at all, but is now jumping on the ice again and is glad that she deceived you. - Not true! - I got excited. - She went crazy and drowned herself.

I myself saw how she was pulled under the ice. The current there is so fast...

Well, that’s it,” my father stopped me, “run again to the place where you saw her.” She will be there. And if it’s not there, it means that there is a second one not far from the first hole. The dipper jumped out through it, diving under the ice from you.
I ran to the river again. My father loved and knew birds well. If he says that the dipper rushed into the hole on purpose, then there is still hope that my white-breasted bird is alive.
There was no dipper at the ice hole. But further on the river I saw a second ice hole, went to it and suddenly noticed my drowned woman on the steep bank of the river. She was alive and well, running through the snow and singing her quiet song, similar to the splashing and murmur of a stream.
I ran to her. She flew to the ice hole, swayed on her thin legs, as if she was bowing to me, and when I approached, she plunged into the water, like a frog into a swamp.
Standing above the ice hole, I saw how she rowed under the water with her wings, like a swimmer with her hands. Then she ran along the bottom, clinging with her curved claws to all its irregularities. In one place she even lingered a little, before my eyes she turned over a pebble with her beak and pulled out a water beetle from under it.
And half a minute later she jumped out of another hole. I could hardly believe my eyes. I still wanted to take a closer look at her. Several times in a row I forced her to throw herself into the water.
I was very surprised that under water it glittered like a silver fish. I didn’t know then that the dipper’s feathers are lubricated with a thin layer of fat. When a bird dives into water, the air bubbles on its fat feathers and glistens.
Finally she got tired of diving. She rose into the air, flew over the river straight, as if on a thread, and in one minute disappeared from my eyes.
Almost two months have passed since my first meeting with the dipper. During this time I fell in love with her very much. In good weather, I went to the river to keep an eye on her. She always managed to sneak away from me into the hole. And she always looked so cheerful, as if we were playing cat and mouse.
The whole village knew this funny little bird. The peasants called her the water sparrow.
At the end of winter, frosts began to crackle again, even stronger than those in February. These days my dipper no longer sang.
Now I had to look for her for a long time before I found her somewhere under the icy canopy of the shore. There she sat, ruffled. She looked sad and dissatisfied.
When I approached her, she would silently take off and fly away somewhere far away, always in the same direction.
And then, finally, the day came when she flew away from this place: the ice holes froze. The ice prevented the dipper from diving into the water for beetles.
I was very worried about my white-breasted friend. “Maybe,” I thought, “she is now lying somewhere in the snow, like that crow that I found on the river after the snowstorm.” At home, my father told me: “Most likely, your dipper fell into the claws of some predator.” Or rather, she simply went to look for another place on the river, where the water does not freeze even in the harshest frosts.
The next morning the sun came out again, and I went in search of the dipper.
Having passed the familiar ice holes, I climbed onto a steep bank and walked along the river.
Soon a small river blocked my path. It quickly rushed down the hill and dropped steeply from the bank along which I was walking into a large river.
It was a real waterfall. The river gushed in a wide stream from the cliff and foamed below, spinning in a stormy whirlpool. In this place on big river there was a wide hole.
I've never seen a waterfall before. With delight and fear I looked at the frenzied stream, ready to crush anyone who carelessly approached it.
Suddenly I noticed two birds flying straight towards the waterfall. My little dipper rushed ahead, her white chest sparkling. A gray hawk quickly overtook her from behind.
Before I had time to come to my senses, the crazy bird disappeared into the rapid flow of the waterfall.
The hawk soared sharply upward in front of the falling wall of water, hung in the air for an instant, turned and slowly flew away. The prey escaped his clutches.
The hawk did not know what happened to the dipper. But I saw how she rushed headlong through the wall of the waterfall, made a small semicircle and how. Nothing had happened and she sat down on a stone under a cliff from which water was falling.
Her voice could not be heard through the noise of the waterfall. But from her movements I realized that she was singing her cheerful song.
I was returning home from a walk, skipping. Now I was sure that my brave little friend was not afraid of either the talons of a hawk, or the cold, or the hunger of winter.
Yes, winter didn’t have long to torment the birds. The day was warm like spring. The sun was hot, and the snow was falling around me with a slight ringing sound. It was already the end of February. The frost was soon to end.
I ran home with such cheerful thoughts. At a familiar ice hole, it suddenly occurred to me: it would be nice to try to see if the water in which the dipper loves to swim is very cold.
Without thinking twice, I ran up to the ice hole and stomped my foot hard on thin ice.
I just wanted to break the ice so that I could test the water with my hand. But the thin ice that covered the hole has already melted. It easily broke under my blow, I flew into the hole with a swing, first with one leg, and then, without keeping my balance, with my whole body.
Fortunately, the water in this place was only knee-deep.
As if scalded, I jumped out onto the ice and, teeth chattering from the cold, rushed home headlong. The water in which the dipper loved to swim turned out to be very cold.
That same day I went to bed with a high fever. I was sick for two whole months. And when I recovered, I still got it from my father for swimming in the ice hole.
“Only crazy people,” said the father, “deliberately go into the water in winter.”
- And the dipper? - I interrupted.
My father laughed and didn’t scold me anymore.

N. Sladkov. And Barto.

"Swan Mountain"

The rook says to the rook: “Fly with the rooks to the doctor, It’s time for them to get vaccinated to strengthen their feathers.”
-Is it true that birds need to be vaccinated to strengthen their feathers?
To strengthen the feathers, birds need to be given: canary seed, hard-boiled egg, eggshells, leaves of fresh cabbage, as well as special preparations (sold in pet stores) that will provide the bird’s body with microelements, vitamins and other vital substances necessary for the growth of new plumage and the prevention of diseases during molting, will increase the mobility and activity of birds.
Purely talking
KO - ko - ko - winter is not easy for birds.
Orm - orm - orm - they are looking for food.
Tsam - tsam - tsam - help the birds.
Shki - shki - shki - hang up feeders for them.

“Choose the words signs”

The silence is extraordinary, “dead”
Rain - glass
Snow - first, clean, white
Bullfinches - ruffled
- Why did the bullfinches get ruffled?
- What do you know about bullfinches?
The bullfinch is a bird larger than a sparrow, but smaller than a starling. The body size is 15-17 cm with a wingspan of 22-29 cm.
The female lays 4 to 6 eggs and incubates them for 2 weeks. At this time, the male brings her food.
After birth, bullfinches are fed by both parents for a little more than 2 weeks. It should be noted that bullfinches feed on plant foods, and the chicks are also fed (from the crop) seeds of trees, herbs, young shoots, and buds. Insects are eaten very rarely.
Like most passerine birds, the Common Bullfinch has 2 clutches per year.
By early August, the fledglings have moulted and the males don their bright scarlet outfit and black cap. Females become a more uniform brown color and also try on a black “headdress”.

G. Skrebitsky and V. Chaplina.

“Who spends the winter how?”

Look out the window. All the glass is painted with white patterns - the frost painted it that way. It's cold outside. Everything around is covered with snow - the ground and the roofs of houses, even on the trees there is snow.
January is the coldest month, the middle of winter. Ponds and rivers are frozen, fields and forests are covered with snow. The nights are long. At eight o'clock in the morning it is still dark, by nine the sun only rises. And the days in winter are very short. You can’t get around to going outside to run and play, and suddenly it’s dark again.
Look into the yard on a winter morning. Sparrows are jumping in the snow; from the cold they have become ruffled, fluffed up, and look like balls. They jump and pick up crumbs. It’s important here, crows waddle around, jackdaws scurry between them - just looking to see what they can profit from.
They bring out a bowl of food for the dog, they just put it down, and the jackdaws and crows are right there: the dogs are jumping around, trying to snatch a piece from right under their noses. The dog can’t stand it and rushes after the bird, while others are already climbing into the bowl. Some will grab the bread, some will grab a bone, and they will fly away.
In the village in winter, near the house, not only these birds can be seen. Tits, buntings, and even wary magpies fly here. They are hungry in the forest in winter, so they fly closer to human habitation to feed.
Forest animals climbed into warm holes.
Wolves and foxes go hunting, and in the fall the bear lies down in its den and sleeps until spring.
In winter, everyone tries to hide from the frost, from the cold, icy wind, and everyone has adapted to winter in their own way.

G. Skrebitsky and V. Chaplina.

"What does a woodpecker feed on in winter"

A bird lives in our forest. She herself is black with white spots, and on the back of her head she has bright, red feathers. This bird is called a woodpecker.
In the summer, the woodpecker flies through the forest all day, looking for food. He will sit on a tree, not on a branch like other birds, but directly on the trunk and run up it, as if on a ladder. He runs, and taps the wood with his beak: knock-knock, knock-knock. It will take out a larva or bug from under the bark and eat it.
And winter came, it became cold. All the insects hid far away. What does a woodpecker feed on in winter? Look: there are many, many pine cones lying in the snow under the tree. What kind of tree is this? It's oak, not pine. Where did the pine cones underneath come from? Suddenly a woodpecker flew up to the oak tree; holds a cone in its beak. He stuck it into a crevice in a tree and began to peck it with his beak. He gouged it out, picked out the seeds and flew off to get another one. He brought another one, inserted it into the crevice, and pushed out the old lump. That's why there's a whole bunch of cones lying under the tree. This woodpecker feeds on their seeds in winter.

N. Plavilshchikov.

"If you haven't seen it, you won't believe it"

The trees are cracking because of the frost, and there is a nest on the tree, and in the nest the bird sits and warms its eggs.
This brave bird is the crossbill.
All birds build nests in the spring. Crossbills have their own rules. They hatch chicks when there is plenty of food. Winter, spring, summer - they don't care. It would be satisfying.
Crossbill food - seeds from spruce and pine cones. The cones hang on the tree all year round. Crossbills have enough food even in winter; there is enough to feed the chicks. It's warm in the nest. The clusterbill does not fly away from the nest; the male brings her food. The chicks hatch, and then the mother sits in the nest, warms the naked chicks, and warms herself from them.
Where there are a lot of cones, there are a lot of crossbills. There are few cones - no crossbills, they have nothing to do in such a forest: there is no food.
Crossbills have special noses - cross-shaped. This nose is very convenient for picking out seeds from cones.
If you want to see a crossbill, look for it in the spruce forest. Don’t look down, but look at the tops of the trees. You will see - there, high, high, near the cones, birds are climbing on the branches, near the cones, birds are climbing on the branches, hanging upside down - there they are, crossbills! And if you listen, you will hear: “kle-kle-kle.” These are the crossbills calling to each other.

G. Skrebitsky and V. Chaplina.

"Look around"

It's cold and the birds are hungry in winter. It is difficult to get food from under the snow. Collect from the table bread crumbs, the remains of porridge, some grains, grains.
Ask adults to place a board behind the window and pour food onto it: bread crumbs, leftover porridge, grains.
The sparrows will see your treat and fly in to peck it. And if you put a board in the garden, not only sparrows, but titmice and even the red-breasted bullfinch will be able to fly there. You can immediately recognize him from all the birds - his breast is bright red, and on his head it looks like he is wearing a black velvet cap.
The birds will get used to being fed here on the board and will come every day. And notice what birds are flying.
You probably see a crow and a jackdaw every day. But can you tell them apart? A crow is larger than a jackdaw. She herself is gray, her wings and tail are black and on her chest it’s like a black vest.
And the jackdaw is all black, only with gray feathers on its neck, it looks like it’s wearing a headscarf. And the jackdaw's eyes are light.
And crows and jackdaws scream in completely different ways. A crow will sit on a tree or on a fence, strain, stretch out its neck and shout: “Karrr-karrr...” And the jackdaws seem to call each other: “Jackdaw-jackdaw-jackdaw.” This is probably why they were called jackdaws.
The snow lies white, fluffy, and each snowflake is like a small star. It's easy to see. As soon as it snows, go out into the yard and see what beautiful snowflakes they sit on your fur coat.

If you want to see how the snow continues to increase, plan out a long stick with a sharp end and make notes on it so that it can be seen from a distance; stick a stick into the ground in the yard, where no one walks, and watch how the snow will cover it higher and higher. Remember what note he gets to during the winter.
And spring will come, the snow will begin to melt and fall down the stick. When the snow melts, take a stick and measure how high the snow was in winter. Sometimes he attacks so much that he will grow taller than you over the winter.

In winter, the days are short and the sun shines little. And the closer to spring, the higher it rises in the sky and shines longer. You can check this yourself.
If the sun is shining in your room in the evening before sunset, notice more precisely where on the wall its last ray was reflected - the last sunny bunny. And a few more days will pass, mind you, and then another. So you will see that each time the bunny jumps further and further along the wall, each day it goes out later and later. This means that the sun shines in the sky longer and the days become longer. This means things are heading towards spring.

Klaus Ruge.

"Migratory birds"

Birds are restless. Look how they jump from branch to branch, fly from tree to tree! But so can a squirrel or some other animal. But only birds, and not even all birds, can fly thousands of kilometers and then return again.

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Conversation with children and wintering and migratory birds

Conversation with children about wintering and migratory birds.

Children's age: 4-7 years

Prepared: Ivanova Iraida Ernestovna,

kindergarten teacher « Kindergarten No. 79 combined type", Saransk

Description of material: I present to your attention a conversation about wintering and migratory birds for middle school children, eldest and preparatory group (4 -7 years). This conversation may be useful for both educators and parents. Let's get together with children Let's discover the natural world and help the child see unity of man and environment. This conversation helps to consolidate preschoolers’ knowledge about groups birds.

Goals:

Expand and systematize knowledge about wintering and migratory birds;

Form a generalized idea of wintering and migratory birds, learn to distinguish between them according to the essential attribute: ability to satisfy food needs;

Deepen your understanding of the reasons for departure birds(disappearance of main food, freezing of water bodies and land);

Classify wintering and migratory birds based on establishing a connection between the nature of food and the possibility of obtaining it;

Enrich vocabulary;

Develop speech and logical thinking

Cultivate a kind attitude towards all living things in nature.

Demo material: pictures with images birds, bird's nests.

Methodical techniques: game situation, conversation-dialogue, looking at pictures of birds and conversation about them, reading and analyzing fairy tales, summing up.

Progress of the conversation:

Educator:

Guys! Did you know that everyone birds who live in our area can be divided into two groups: wintering and migratory birds?

Wintering birds: sparrow, crow, magpie, jackdaw, tit, woodpecker, owl, nuthatch, jay. They do not fly to warm countries in the fall, as they have adapted to the harsh season and can find food for themselves even in severe frost.

Birds find it difficult to feed, because they have a huge appetite, and there is not enough food, especially in winter. Therefore many birds do this: Having found food, they immediately inform the others about it - they call them by shouting. Helping each other birds live until spring. In addition, some of birds, for example, tits, jays and nuthatch, make reserves in the fall. This is how writer A.A. describes it. Pleshakov: “...the nuthatch stores on winter feed! And acorns, and nuts, and maple lionfish - everything is stuffed into cracks, niches and crevices on the trunks. He works hard all autumn, until December. In some of his storerooms, scientists found up to two kilograms of seeds.

Guys, do you know which birds Do chicks appear in winter?

Well, of course, it's a crossbill! Look at the picture of this birds.

This extraordinary bird is not only winters in our forests, but even in the bitterest frosts it hatches chicks. Crossbills feed on seeds coniferous trees They also feed their chicks with these seeds. If the pine cone harvest is good, winter forest they have enough food.

A migratory birds with the onset of autumn cold, they gather in flocks and prepare to fly south. Typically these birds eat insects, which, with the arrival of cold weather, climb into the cracks of tree bark, burrow into dry leaves, and hide under old rotten snags. Food becomes scarce and insectivores birds fly away to warm regions, and in the spring they return to their native lands. Small birds fly in unnoticed. But the big ones, although they often fly at night, make loud sounds. This is the leader giving signal: Don't lag behind. Follow me. Males migratory birds They arrive from the south earlier than the females. And they immediately begin to take care of housing for the future family.

Guys, what Do you know migratory birds??

That's right, starlings, geese, nightingales, cuckoos, as well as waglips, swallows, finches, warblers, larks, swans. All this migratory birds.

In the spring forests a ringing, cheerful chorus of bird voices is heard. Birds They carry twigs, dry blades of grass, pieces of moss in their beaks, make nests, cover them with down and feathers.

And then eggs appear in bird houses. Birds hatch them, warming with its warmth, and then helpless fledgling chicks will hatch from the eggs.

The voracious chicks open their bright yellow mouths wide, waiting for their caring parents to treat them to a midge, mosquito or caterpillar. Caring parents fly through forests and meadows, getting food for their children, thereby destroying a lot harmful insects. This is how they save the forest and crops in the fields, gardens, parks, squares.

The chicks are growing quickly. And soon birdlife opens up in secluded forest corners. "schools". There are adults in them birds They will teach their children to look for food, escape from enemies, and give different signals.

And if on these beautiful days you come to the forest, then try not to run or make noise. Imagine that you are in a house where very small children sleep in cribs. Do not look into bird nests, do not touch eggs and chicks with your hands. You may scare adults birds, then they will abandon their home, and no chicks will appear in the nest.

Now, listen to the poem.

I found a forest nest

Little motley bird,

Made in early spring,

There were eggs in the nest.

How scared she was

The bird pretended to be sick

The wing dragged, tossed

In the thick grass in front of me.

It was given right into my hands,

She took me away from the nest.

And how much flour there was in it,

And how much strength she had!

Here's another rule to remember! In spring and early summer, it is better not to take your dog for a walk in the forest or park. Chicks sometimes fall out of the nest, and the dog can damage the baby's wings or paws.

Educator:

Now guys, let's take a rest and have some physical education. "Bear".

The bear crawled out of the den,

I looked around on the threshold, (turns left and right)

He stretched out of sleep: (stretching hands up)

Spring has come to us again!

To quickly gain strength,

The bear's head was twisting (head rotation)

Leaned back forward(slopes back and forth)

Here he is walking through the forest (walking waddle)

The bear is looking for roots, (slopes forward)

And rotten stumps. (tilts in different directions)

They contain edible larvae -

For the bear - vitamins.

Finally the bear has eaten (pat yourself on the stomach)

And sat down on a log (sit down)

After the end of physical education, the children sit down.

Educator:

Have you rested? Now let's talk about birds' nests. What different nests are built? birds!

Thus, a woodpecker hollows out a deep hollow in a tree with its large strong beak; wagtails make nests from twigs and blades of grass in bushes, not far from a river or stream. The magpie's nest is large and comfortable. Swallows make nests from clay. Starlings live in wooden birdhouses made by people. Cranes and ducks make their nests on the ground, in reed thickets. But the cuckoo does not build nests at all, but places its eggs in the nests of others birds.

Birds are our friends! They not only decorate nature, but also help preserve crops in fields and gardens, save forests from pests, and spread plant seeds. Friends need to be protected. Guys, help birds survive the winter. Arrange feeders for them, pour pumpkin, watermelon, sunflower seeds into them, hang pieces of unsalted lard on tree branches. Remember that you are hungry bird It can also die from light frost. But if you are well-fed, you won’t be afraid of the cold!

Questions

1. What two groups are they divided into? birds?

2. Which you know wintering birds?

3. Why migratory birds Do they fly south in the fall?

4. And when migratory birds are they returning to our region?

5. What kind of nests are built? birds?

6. Why do you think? birds called friends of the forest and people?

7. How you can help birds in winter?

Woodpecker hollow

Wagtail nest

Magpie nest

Swallow's nest

Birdhouse

Crane nest

Stories for children about birds.

Sparrow on the clock

Young sparrows were jumping on the path in the garden.
And the old sparrow sat high on a tree branch and vigilantly looked to see if a bird of prey would appear somewhere.
A robber hawk flies through the backyard. He is the fierce enemy of the small bird. The hawk flies quietly, without noise.
But the old sparrow noticed the villain and is watching him.
The hawk is getting closer and closer.
The sparrow chirped loudly and anxiously, and all the little sparrows disappeared into the bushes at once.
Everything fell silent.
Only the sentry sparrow sits on a branch. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t take his eyes off the hawk.
The hawk noticed the old sparrow, flapped its wings, straightened its claws and descended like an arrow.
And the sparrow fell like a stone into the bushes.
The hawk was left with nothing.
He looks around. Evil has taken the predator. His yellow eyes burn with fire.
The robber perked up and flew on. The sparrow sat down again on the same branch. Sits and chirps cheerfully.
Little sparrows poured out of the bushes noisily and jumped along the path.

Starlings

(Excerpt)

We were looking forward to seeing old friends fly into our garden again - starlings, these cute, cheerful, sociable birds, the first migratory guests, the joyful messengers of spring.

So, we waited for the starlings. We fixed old birdhouses that had become warped from the winter winds and hung new ones.

The sparrows imagined that this courtesy was being done for them, and immediately, at the first warmth, they occupied the birdhouses.

Finally, on the nineteenth, in the evening (it was still light), someone shouted: “Look - starlings!”

Indeed, they sat high on the branches of poplars and, after the sparrows, seemed unusually large and too black...

For two days the starlings seemed to be gaining strength and were hanging out and exploring last year’s familiar places. And then the eviction of sparrows began. I did not notice any particularly violent clashes between starlings and sparrows. Usually, skurts sit in twos high above the birdhouses and, apparently, carelessly chatter among themselves about something, while they themselves gaze intently downwards with one eye, sideways. It's scary and difficult for the sparrow. No, no - he sticks his sharp, cunning nose out of the round hole - and back. Finally, hunger, frivolity, and perhaps timidity make themselves felt. “I’m flying off,” he thinks, “for a minute and right back.” Maybe I'll outwit you. Maybe they won’t notice.” And as soon as it has time to fly away a fathom, the starling drops like a stone and is already at home.

And now the sparrow’s temporary economy has come to an end. Starlings guard the nest in turns: one sits while the other flies on business. Sparrows would never think of such a trick.

And so, out of chagrin, great battles begin between the sparrows, during which fluff and feathers fly into the air. And the starlings sit high in the trees and even tease: “Hey, you black-headed one! You won’t be able to overcome that yellow-chested one forever and ever.” - "How? To me? Yes, I’ll take him now!” - “Come on, come on...”

And there will be a landfill. However, in the spring all the animals and birds... fight much more...

Starling song

The air warmed up a little, and the starlings had already settled on high branches and began their concert. I don’t know, really, whether the starling has his own motives, but you will hear enough of anything alien in his song. There are pieces of nightingale trills, and the sharp meow of an oriole, and the sweet voice of a robin, and the musical babbling of a warbler, and the thin whistle of a titmouse, and among these melodies suddenly such voices are heard that, sitting alone, you can’t help but laugh: a hen cackles on a tree , the sharpener's knife will hiss, the door will creak, the children's military trumpet will blow. And, having made this unexpected musical retreat, the starling, as if nothing had happened, without a break, continues his cheerful, sweet, humorous song.

Lark

Sokolov-mikitov Ivan Sergeevich

Of the many sounds of the earth: the singing of birds, the fluttering of leaves on the trees, the crackling of grasshoppers, the murmur of a forest stream - the most cheerful and joyful sound is the song of field larks and meadow larks. Even in early spring, when there is loose snow on the fields, but in some places dark thawed patches have already formed in the warming up, our early spring guests arrive and begin to sing. Rising into the sky in a column, fluttering its wings, permeated through and through sunlight, the lark flies higher and higher into the sky, disappearing into the shining blue. The song of a lark welcoming the arrival of spring is amazingly beautiful. This joyful song is like the breath of the awakened earth.

Many great composers in their musical works tried to portray this joyful song...

Much can be heard in the awakening spring forest. Hazel grouse squeak subtly, invisible owls hoot at night. Arrived cranes perform spring round dances in the impenetrable swamp. Bees buzz above the yellow golden downy coats of a flowering willow. And in the bushes on the river bank the first nightingale began to click and sing loudly.

Swan

The swan, due to its size, strength, beauty and majestic posture, has long been rightly called the king of all aquatic, or waterfowl. White as snow, with shiny, transparent small eyes, with a black nose and black paws, with a long, flexible and beautiful neck, he is inexpressibly beautiful when he calmly swims between the green reeds on the dark blue, smooth surface of the water.

Swan movements

All the movements of the swan are full of charm: will it begin to drink and, scooping up water with its nose, will raise its head up and stretch its neck; will he begin to swim, dive and splash with his mighty wings, scattering far away splashes of water rolling off his fluffy body; will he then begin to preen himself, easily and freely arching his snow-white neck back, straightening and cleaning with his nose the crumpled or dirty feathers on the back, sides and tail; whether the wing spreads through the air, as if a long slanting sail, and also begins to finger each feather in it with its nose, airing and drying it in the sun - everything is picturesque and magnificent in it.

Stories about the life of birds. Birds are our friends.

Pink flamingo.

A bird from the order Flamingidae. The color of these birds is soft pink, the wings are purple-red.
The length of the tree is 130 cm, body weight is 3-4 kg. Pink flamingos usually live in large salt water lakes, in sea lagoons.
They feed in shallow water, in hard-to-reach places.
The nests of these birds are cone-shaped (mound) made of clay and silt. Birds nest in colonies of up to a thousand pairs with each other. There are usually 1-3 eggs in a clutch. The lifespan of a flamingo is 83 years.

Eagle.

The eagle is a large bird of prey. Eagles have long, sharp claws and a strong beak. The color of eagles is dark brown and black. The tail and head have white color, beak and claws yellow color. The eagle has keen eyesight, thanks to which it looks out for small prey (snakes, mice, lizards) from a great height.
He floats high in the air and notices the smallest movements on the ground. If it sees something edible, it dives down for prey. Eagles live away from humans, choosing mountainous areas.

Owl.

One of my favorite birds is the owl. The owl is a very beautiful, unusual bird. The owl has large eyes and large ears, a curved beak, and sharp claws. Owls have different sizes from the smallest to the most large species birds. The smallest is the pygmy owl. The largest is the eagle owl. These birds are nocturnal and have acute vision and hearing. Owls are predator birds. They feed on small animals: rats, voles, small snakes, fish and other birds. Owls also bring benefits; they destroy harmful insects and rodents.
They hatch their offspring once a year. The chicks hatch blind and deaf. Both parents feed the chicks. Owls never gather in flocks. Birds (owls) hear four times better than a cat.
I love these birds.

Bullfinch.

Pretty bullfinch small sizes, slightly larger than a sparrow. Length-15 cm, body weight-34 g. Bullfinches are dark gray in color, blue flowers, around the beak and eyes there are black feathers. The belly and sides are red. Bullfinches live in coniferous forests; you can see them in city parks and gardens. Bullfinches are shy birds. Birds feed on buds, plant seeds, and berries. Life expectancy is 2-4 years.

In one pretty Little Russian village there were so many gardens that the whole place seemed like one big garden. The trees were blooming and fragrant in the spring, and in the dense greenery of their branches many birds fluttered, filling the surrounding area with ringing songs and cheerful chirping; in the fall a lot of pink apples were already appearing between the leaves, yellow pears and blue-purple plums. But several evil boys gathered in a crowd and destroyed the birds' nests. The poor birds left the gardens and never returned to them. Autumn and winter have passed, a new spring has come; but in the gardens it was quiet and sad. The harmful caterpillars, which birds had previously exterminated by the thousands, now bred unhindered and devoured not only flowers but also leaves on the trees: and now the naked trees in the middle of summer looked sad, as if in winter. Autumn came, but there were no pink apples, yellow pears, or purple plums in the gardens; cheerful birds did not flutter on the branches; the village was not filled with their sonorous songs.

Cuckoo

The gray cuckoo is a homeless sloth: it doesn’t build nests, it lays its eggs in other people’s nests, it gives its cuckoo chicks to be raised, and it even makes fun of it and boasts to its hubby

- “Hee-hee-hee! Ha-ha-ha! Look, hubby, how I laid an egg to the delight of the oatmeal.”

And the tailed hubby is sitting on a birch tree, his tail unfurled, his wings lowered, his neck stretched out, swaying from side to side, calculating the years, counting out stupid people.

Martin

In the fall, the boy wanted to destroy the swallow’s nest stuck under the roof, in which the owners were no longer there: sensing the approach of cold weather, they flew away.
“Don’t ruin the nest,” the father said to the boy, “in the spring the swallow will fly again, and she will be pleased to find her old house.”
The boy obeyed his father.
Winter passed, and at the end of April a pair of sharp-winged, beautiful birds, cheerful and chirping, flew in and began to fly around the old nest.
Work began to boil; The swallows carried clay and silt from a nearby stream in their noses, and soon the nest, which had deteriorated a little over the winter, was redecorated. Then the swallows began to carry either fluff, then a feather, or a stalk of moss into the nest.
A few more days passed, and the boy noticed that only one swallow was flying out of the nest, and the other remained in it constantly.
“Apparently, she put on the testicles and is now sitting on them,” the boy thought.
In fact, after three weeks, tiny heads began to peek out of the nest. How glad the boy was now that he had not ruined the nest!
Sitting on the porch, he spent hours watching how caring birds flew through the air and caught flies, mosquitoes and midges. How quickly they scurried back and forth, how tirelessly they obtained food for their children!
The boy marveled at how the swallows did not get tired of flying all day long, without sitting down for almost a single minute, and expressed his surprise to his father. The father took out a stuffed swallow and showed it to his son:
- Look how long, large wings and tail the swallow has in comparison with its small, light body and such tiny legs that it has almost nothing to sit on; that's why she can fly so fast and for a long time. If the swallow could speak, then she would tell you such wonders - about the southern Russian steppes, about Crimean mountains covered with grapes, about the stormy Black Sea, which she had to fly through without sitting down even once, about Asia Minor, where everything was blooming and green when we already had snow, about the blue Mediterranean Sea, where she had to rest once or twice the islands, about Africa, where she built her nest and caught midges when we had Epiphany* frosts.
* (Epiphany. Epiphany is an ancient winter holiday. Usually there were severe frosts at Epiphany.)
“I didn’t think swallows fly so far,” said the boy.
“And not only swallows,” continued the father, “larks, quails, blackbirds, cuckoos, wild ducks, geese and many other birds, which are called migratory, also fly away from us to warm countries for the winter. For some, the warmth that happens in winter is enough. southern Germany and France, others need to fly over high snowy mountains to take refuge for the winter in the blooming lemon and orange groves of Italy and Greece; the third needs to fly even further, to fly across the entire Mediterranean Sea.
“Why don’t they stay in warm countries for a whole year,” the boy asked, “if it’s so good there?”
- Apparently they don’t have enough food for the children or maybe it’s too hot. But marvel at this: how do swallows, flying thousands of four miles, find their way to the very house where they have built their nest?

Eagle

The blue-winged eagle is the king of all birds. He builds nests on rocks and on old oak trees; flies high, sees far, does not blink at the sun.

The eagle has a sickle nose, hooked claws; the wings are long; bulging chest - well done.

An eagle flies through the clouds, looking for prey from above.

He will fly at a pintail duck, a red-footed goose, a deceiver cuckoo, only feathers will fall down.

Woodpecker

Knock-Knock! In a deep forest, a black woodpecker is carpentering on a pine tree.

It clings with its paws, rests its tail, taps its nose, and scares away ants and boogers from behind the bark; He will run around the trunk, not overlook anyone.

The ants got scared:

“These arrangements are not good!”

They squirm in fear, hide behind the bark, and don’t want to go out.

Knock-Knock! The black woodpecker knocks with its nose, gouges the bark, and launches its long tongue into holes: it creates goosebumps, as if dragging a fish.

Goose and crane

A goose swims on the pond and talks loudly to itself:
- What an amazing bird I really am! And I walk on the ground, and swim on the water, and fly through the air: there is no other bird like this in the world! I am the king of all birds!
The crane overheard the goose and said to him:
- You stupid bird, goose! Well, can you swim like a pike, run like a deer, or fly like an eagle? It’s better to know one thing, but it’s good, than everything, but it’s bad.

Goblin

The inhabitants of one secluded village were in great anxiety, especially the women and children. In their favorite nearby forest, where boys and girls were constantly snooping, now for berries, now for mushrooms, there was a goblin. As soon as night falls, laughter, whistling, meowing will go through the forest, and at times terrible screams are heard, as if someone is being strangled. When he starts screaming and laughing, his hair stands on end. Children, not only at night, but also during the day, were afraid to go to their favorite forest, where previously all they could hear was the singing of nightingales and the lingering cries of orioles. At the same time, young chickens, ducks and goslings began to disappear around the village more often than before.

One young peasant, Yegor, finally got tired of it.
“Wait, women,” he said, “I’ll bring you the devil alive.”

Yegor waited until evening, took a bag and a gun and went into the forest, despite the requests of his cowardly wife. He wandered in the forest all night, his wife did not sleep all night and listened in horror as the goblin laughed and howled until daylight.

Only in the morning Yegor appeared from the forest. He was carrying something large and living in a bag, one of Yegor’s hands was wrapped in a rag, and blood was visible on the rag. The whole village ran to the brave peasant’s yard and watched, not without fear, as he shook out of a bag some unprecedented bird, shaggy, with ears, with big red eyes. She clicks her crooked beak, moves her eyes, and tears at the ground with sharp claws; As soon as the crows, magpies and jackdaws saw the monster, they began to fly over it, raising a terrible cry and uproar.

Owl! - one old man shouted here. - After all, I told you, stupid ones, that the owl was doing all this mischief.