The
Bald Sparrow
Crack!
Crack! Went the eggs in the tall oak tree, there were three little eggs waiting
to be hatched. Large jagged cracks started to appear through the outer shell of
the eggs as they wobbled, the little nestlings trying to break free. The two
baby black feathered sparrows hatched from their turquoise blue eggs and the
mother called one Arnold and the other Harold. The mother waited in paiently
for her third baby to erupt from its shell, but it did not. The third egg was
not even moving and it did not look like the rest either thought the mother
bird. It was a golden brown colour which was very different to the other eggs.
The mother bird fed her hungey chicks, Harold and Arnold and then continued to sit on
the last egg for as long as it took to hatch. It took another week before the
mother bird finally heard tapping sounds and she looked down to see a tiny
crack forming on the egg. The egg slit in two to reveal a baby bird with brown tuft
and a large ugly bald head inside her nest.
“What
the hell is this ugly thing?” The mother bird thought as she stared speechlessly
at it. She couldn’t think of what to call
‘it’ so she called it Noname.
As
Noname grew older mother bird noticed more and more strange things about him,
like he didn’t have black feathers or a short blunt beak like Arnold and Harold
had. Noname looked completely different to his brothers, he had brown feathers
and a very sharp beak.
One
day Harold and Arnold were teasing Noname for being bald and different. No
matter how much Noname tried he couldn’t get them to stop calling him names.
“Weirdo,
loser, I hope you fall out of the tree Noname” called Arnold and Harold.
“I
am just the same as you, just leave me alone!” yelled Noname despairingly. It
was no use as the more he tried to be like them, the more different he seemed
from them. Noname’s bald head soon turned to pearl white feathers and his wings
became twice as long as his brothers. It was always so humiliating to be different;
he just wanted to be like his brothers with black feathers.
But
one day Noname realised that he didn’t need to fit in with his brothers and maybe being different was better. On that day Noname
decided to leave the nest, his brothers
and his mother bird to go off and have his own adventures. He decided he would
pick his own name which would be Eagle.
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