One day, a girl found a bird, which was too weak, to keep up with the flock. This bird had a yellow throat. She looked the bird up in a bird book. Under the picture it said, this is a picture of a Common Yellowthroat.  They have a yellow throat and that’s how they got their name. She brought the bird in her room. She looked in the book again to see what they eat. It said they eat spiders, and insects. Her house had no spiders, nor insects. The bird told her he would eat seeds. She certainly had seeds. She gave him some. He told Jenna (the girl), that he was just learning to fly, so he was too weak to keep up with all the other birds. The rest of the day, he told her about himself. During the night, he couldn’t sleep. He decided he would practice flying. As soon as he started to fly, he crashed onto Jenna’s head. She was very startled. She scolded the bird. If she had to talk to the bird this much, it would need a name. Jenna decided to name the bird Scooter. Scooter liked the name. It ended up to be 6:00 by the time they thought of that name. They decided it was time for breakfast. Jenna got herself a bowl of cereal. She forgot the bird couldn’t get its own food. Jenna got him a little bowl of seeds and a little dish of water. They started to watch TV. Jenna flipped through the channels until she got to the Pet Physic. She knew there was something on about birds. Scooter enjoyed it a lot. Every time a week went by, he got stronger and stronger. Pretty soon it was winter. Winter went by very quickly. Spring came. Scooter knew his flock would be coming by soon.

He then practiced flying. Scooter tried and tried and he couldn’t fall. That night, Scooter told Jenna about his flock coming. She fixed him up a big supper. The supper included regular seeds, honey covered sunflower seeds, and she also had been cleaning, so Scooter got all the spiders and insects she found. Scooter got so full, he decided to practice flying. He showed Jenna how well he could fly. She was very astonished. They went to bed after that. Scooter could sleep anywhere. Tonight he decided to sleep by the register. That was the warmest spot in the house. Scooter slept very well that night. Then it was morning. His flock was coming. Scooter’s flock had a very tight schedule. They would be there at 7:15 am. He was hoping he could keep up with the flock this time. Scooter woke up Jenna at 6:00. Jenna had him practice for 45 minutes. He had 30 minutes before his flock would arrive. It became 7:15 and they were there. Scooter ran out into the yard, and said goodbye to Jenna. He flew and he flew, until he caught up with the rest of the group. He yelled to Jenna, “I’ll visit you twice a month!” The first time he visited, he told Jenna about the flock. Then his flock had to leave. He liked to visit Jenna a lot. Scooter actually loved to visit Jenna.

The Red-Tailed Hawk

The Red-Tailed Hawk is fast.

In a race at 125 mph, he will never be last.

The hawk spots a mouse from a mile away.

It won't be mouse's lucky day.

Down he swoops to get his brunch.

That way he won't need his lunch.

Back to the nest,

To take a good rest.

Then out for an afternoon flight,

Soaring high and out of sight.

By: Stephanie Miller

My bird sleeps in a nest.

It also has a big round chest.

Cardinals fly high in the sky.

It’s hard to tell if they cry.

The Cardinal got its name from a red robe.

Northern Cardinals travel all over the globe.

The Cardinals song is “Wha Cheer Wha Cheer”

And is very lovely to hear

When nighttime comes and all is still,

I can hear in the distance, The Cardinals shrill.

By: Brian Bower

Oh, Happy Killdeer Day!

  The Killdeer sleeps in a nest, I guess.

I think it is best!

He bobs his head when he walks,

And can’t even talk.

But when he’s happy,

He screeches, “Killdee, Killdee.”

When he is done,

He flies towards the sun.

Soon he comes back.

The only thing he does,

Is take a little nap!

When he wakes up,

He ready to sup,

So he catches worms, insects, spiders and snails,

And quickly the Killdeer eats them up.

By: Matt Mastrodonato

Racing through the water, 

Like a boat through the sea,

His strong legs kicking

As he swims.

He’s in the lead.

One lap left,

He kicks his legs,

His heart pounds fast.

He won the race!

Crustaceans and fish are his gold medal,

He is a Hooded merganser.

By: Jenna Stritzel

Fishing on a lake

Blue as a sky,

and white as a cloud,

with a raccoon’s mask,

walking along looking for a lake.

Blue Jay has his fishing pole on

his face.

If  he doesn’t  get some fish,

he may look for something else.

If you’re an owl,

u better keep an eye out

or u may be in his bucket

for dinner tonight.

 By: Tim Fry    

  Wiggling to and fro,

Being sly, slick and extra quick

Moving her tail to the music

This hula dancer is swinging

To the beat of the swaying trees

Keeping her head still

Eating berries

Waiting for the sun to set

What a wonderful view

From up above everything

                   In the night time sky.          

By: Sarah Johnson

The Downywoodpecker is not a bird who spends time in a pool.

But I can tell you one thing it is very cool!

It spends its time, pecking at a tree.

When it reaches a grub it yells “yippee”!

It’s a breeze when the Downywoodpecker nests in dead trees.

It spends all day pecking bark.

Sometimes it even pecks way past dark.

It’s coat is black and white,

And he puts up a tremendous fight!

By: Allie Intini

The Chipping Sparrow lives in suburban yards,

And in a city park.

As it sits upon a maple branch,

It sucks up bugs from under the bark.

As it pecks at seeds of a mulberry plant,

It might also see a big juicy ant.

As juicy as can be. Oh can you see?

That poor little ant is going to be history!

By: Thandi Bukhala

The Robin’s head is black

And so is the back

She flies back to the nest

To take a rest

She had a tiring flight

She’ll nap for the night

The Robins eggs are blue as the sky

She builds her nest way up high

Her breast looks rusty as a pole in the rain

and is red as the sunset in Spain

By: Samantha Grey

                                    Loving, caring, protecting.                                  

An Ovenbird watches it eggs.

Hidden from predators.

On the ground.

Shaped like an old-fashioned oven.

Made from sticks and twigs.

Inside are 4 to 6 white eggs.

Wanting to hatch.

In 22 days Crack, Crack, Crack.

                                                        By: Becky Frost

The Ring- Billed Gull

as white as snow

Like clouds in the sky.

It’s chest fluffy as a marshmallow.

Tail feathers as black as the night sky.

Little crab, insects, and tiny fish

Watch out

You’ll be history no doubt!

Poem by: Timothy Martinez

A Night For Flight

A head with specks of white

The black duck looks like a kite

When in flight.

With wings spread wide

Across the water for a glide

“Quack,” a deep noise he will make

It may scare something for heavens sake!

By:  Brian Thompson

Granny Bird

The Mourning Dove

Is like my grandma.

This bird knits doll clothes.

Grandma wants to migrate to Mexico.

The Mourning Doves’ feathers are as gray as mu grandma’s hair.

It’s gentle cooing reminds me of my grandma’s soft voice.

By:  Kelsey Scoville

The Common Chef

As he gathers the fish, with his big huge feet,

He opens his restaurant to do fish fry’s as a treat.

All his friends come on Friday night,

The Coots swim in, to take a bite!

Their chef happily bobs his head, and then,

You’ll find out, that he’s a Common Moorhen.

By: Crystal McDonald

The Incredible Skydiver

The Pied Billed Grebe is red on the neck.

It dives with amazing speed,

When it’s time to lay eggs,

It lays five to eight.

The Grebe likes to hide in the weeds,

He can really dive,

When he flies through the sky.

Oh, what a sky diver he is!

By:  Michael Ramirez

Canada Goose

Black, gold and brown as a young goose.

Gray, black and white as an adult.

Eating grain and grass.

Gray like a dark gray cloud on a stormy night.

Heading south before noon

Over open water and along the coast.

By:  Jacob Fisher