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Nature vs Nurture: How do baby birds learn how to fly? | Bio-Aerial ...

Tough Love

mom fed baby birds
      pushed out of the nest by mom
they must learn to fly
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Maverick Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 11:20 PM
Its a reality of life Bill, good write.'
Baker Avatar
July 16, 2025 at 6:46 AM
Thanks, Joe. Nice to have your visit, my friend. Have a great week! Bill
Hind Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 7:32 PM
This is different. a lesson to learn
Baker Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 8:38 PM
Yes, it is, Paige. Thanks for the visit and comment, my friend. Have a great week! Bill
Rose  Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Tough love seems to work for many, lol, poor little birdie I say !
Etgen-Baker Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 4:13 PM
tough love is probably the best kind of love...your words and picture capture it perfectly. hugs
Baker Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Thanks, Sara. I agree, it's just hard to take at the time; and even harder to give at times. Big hugs, Bill
Rodrigues Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 12:25 PM
Priceless pic! Too many coward parents that spoil the baby birds, not releasing them from the nest. Let our baby birds learn to fly, and fly they will! Thanks, Bill! Enjoyed!
Baker Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 5:28 PM
I wanted all of mine to have to beat life I was aware of, but they deserve and were created to make their own mistakes and learn their own path. As it turned out, I think they did a bit better than mom and dad. LOL Thanks for the comments on my poetry today, Kim. Have a pleasant evening. Bill
Rodgers Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 10:16 AM
Hello Bill, Ahhh...the tenderness of a mother feeding her babies, followed by the abrupt push into independence… that’s nature at its fiercest and kindest all at once. You wrapped a whole coming-of-age story in three lines. I like your elegant nudge to trust the air beneath our wings. With awe and flighty feelings, Summer Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Baker Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Your wisdom and kindness both flow through your encouraging comments, my friend. Thank you for commenting on my poetry. Bill
DiMino Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 6:32 AM
But not alone they wallow on the ground until off on their own. I have seen an entire flock, even different species, protect a couple little ones when the cat comes threatening about. Quite a meditation. Great writing, Bill!
Baker Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 5:33 PM
We watch out for our little ones each Spring. They're always nests in the trees around our home. Animals have a way of looking out for other animals that are vulnerable. Thanks for your mindful comments, Joe. Always good to see you've visited my poetry, my friend. Bill
Kendrick Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 5:06 AM
Ahh!! How cute. Have you ever noticed if the baby bird comes back for the parents to care for it once they leave the nest? Sara K
Baker Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Yes, they do that often in our trees. Most of the time it seems the parents aren't very interested in them once they can fly well. Thanks for the visits, my friend. Bill
Gasun Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 3:02 AM
This is a gorgeous depiction of mother's unconditional love to her children. Learning is the best and lasting gift a mother could give to her children. My pleasure to read from you again my dear poet friend, Bill. A superb senryu I've enjoyed a lot. Thank you so much for sharing. Have a great new week! Hugs
Baker Avatar
July 15, 2025 at 5:36 PM
Nice to have you visit again, Len. It's always good to renew a friendship. Have a pleasant week. Hugs, Bill
Rolland Avatar
July 14, 2025 at 10:51 PM
great lesson for us, acting metaphor, bravo poet
Baker Avatar
July 14, 2025 at 11:29 PM
Thank you, Yann. I agree with you. There is a time when children should become adults and start taking responsibility for their own lives. Thanks for the visit and comment, my friend. A poet friend in Texas, Bill
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