A little Wagtail fell out of its nest in the dacha. It’s a black and white bird with a long tail. They run on the ground, catch flies and worms.
My mom helped the little bird. She was chasing cats away, put it under cover during the rain. Even its parent didn’t leave their child alone and fed it. Then the little bird grew up, learned to fly, and so did its siblings. By midsummer, the whole family had flown away, leaving only the fallen bird.
Mom often stayed in the dacha and worked in the garden. Very often, when I visited her there, I could see the same picture: my mom with tools in her hands, and a small black and white bird wandering nearby. When mom dug, the little bird helped her diligently pecking the beetles. Whenever she did something else, the bird fluttered around catching mosquitoes and horseflies.
The funniest thing is, whenever it rains she still stands under the same cover, where my mom put her long ago. And when my mom gets bored, she talks to the bird, and it tweets back to her, keeping the conversation.
What a friendship between two representatives of different species!
Closer to Autumn, she flew away! However, we hope she will come back next year. We’ve already somehow got used to her.
