Ah, Brave New World! I Hatched by Jill Esbaum
CRACK!
TA-DA!
WHAT'S NEW?
ME!
An ebullient baby bird wastes no time on transitions. He stretches as he emerges from his too-tight shell, checks out his gangly long legs and his very far-away feet, and, Hoo-boy, he's ready to go and go and go.
ONCE MY DOWN IS FLUFFED AND DRY,
I TAKE OFF RUNNING DON'T KNOW WHY.
Clearly he's a killdeer, born to run, and run he does, this way and that. Everything is new and wonderful. He studies his reflection in the pond and pronounces himself handsome, as a big green frog goggles up at this new critter. Wait! There's Mom, with lunch! Bugs and worms (a bunch!) Yum!
KIL-DEE, KIL-DEE DEEEEE-DEE!
This exuberant, peripatetic baby plover is full of life, full of himself, full of that joie de vivre that makes him sing out, run about, and inspect a part of himself he didn't know he had.
I STOP BECAUSE... LOOK OUT BELOW!
SOMETHING'S FALLING FROM MY... OH.
HERE'S A SHOCKER. PLEASE DON'T STARE,
BUT TAKE A LOOK! I'M ORANGE UNDER THERE!
This bird can't resist exloring everywhere, until he hears a familiar CRACK! It's a shell, just like his, and there's--his sister just peeping out of it. Hoo-boy, the things he's got to show her!
SISTER DEAR! LUCKY YOU,
I BEAT YOU HERE!
Jill Esbaum's just-emerged new I Hatched!
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