Kalle at the birdhouse – a winter story E-Book

Anke Walter

• Herausgeber: novum publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 31

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The warm-hearted, humorous and at the same time exciting children's story "Kalle at the bird house" takes little people into the magical, wintry surroundings of an old garden. A bird house is the central meeting point for the animals, who gather there to eat. Here they experience adventures together, but also have to face challenges, because the hunting instinct lures the cats Trine and Minke into the garden. The main character, Kalle, a wood pigeon, was driven to become "the plucked one", as he is affectionately called, by an earlier encounter with the dreaded cat Minke. The tension reaches its climax when Minke tries to chase Kalle and Berta, a blackbird. In addition to entertainment, the book also conveys values such as solidarity, respect, friendship and the diversity of nature.

Leseprobe

The old garden

His real name was Kalle, but the others at the bird house all just called him the plucked one. He had lost the nickname since he and his wife Annegrete had a tragic encounter with the gray tabby cat Minke in the summer. Everyone feared Minke. And rightly so!

Since then, Kalle's pretty gray head with the white collar looked much smaller and plucked. This made him a little sad, as he had always been very proud of his head. The new one just didn't really fit in with the rest of his gray-blue body, because Kalle was big, strong and heavy. He was a wood pigeon.

The little birdhouse hung from a tree in an old garden in a small wood on the edge of the town. Many animals lived in this little wood. Not only birds like the little owl, crows, great spotted woodpeckers and the green woodpecker - there were also deer, foxes, martens, badgers, bats and, of course, squirrels.

Kalle loved the garden. It was beautiful. It was even a bit enchanted with its old trees, the yew hedge, the meadow on the slope and all its flowers and shrubs. It was particularly beautiful here in winter, as there was a yellow star hanging next to the bird house. The birdhouse was hanging in a very old, bony, moss-covered elder bush. The star next to it illuminated the darkness with its bright light.

He was always hung up in the elder bush by the big two-legged friend on the first Advent. Kalle was particularly fond of the big man. He lived with his wife, his son and the big brown dog Linnemann in the old half-timbered house in the garden. The old house blended in well with the landscape and looked somewhat enchanted with its crooked wooden beams and white walls. In the morning, the rising sun was reflected in the windows. In the evening, the shining lights and the cheerful laughter of the two-legged friends warmed the garden around the house.

Nevertheless, Kalle was not entirely at ease with the two-legged friends. When they came into the garden, he preferred to fly quickly to the large robinia tree to feel safe. From there, it was easy to watch everything that was happening.

Nevertheless, Kalle would have liked to have a chat with the big two-legged friend. From a safe distance, of course! How nice he found it here in the overgrown garden. He would also have thanked him politely for the tasty grains that the big two-legged friend always kindly scattered on the meadow on the slope, but unfortunately the big one didn't understand the language of birds.

The boss at the birdhouse

The sun was just rising and it promised to be a beautiful day when Kalle was woken by the sound of quiet chirping. He had spent the night on the robinia tree. Now he stretched his stiff wings to wake up.

"Good morning," he cooed, "the sun is rising, it's a new day!"

Kalle saw that the first birds had already arrived at the birdhouse. The green-brown, spherical robin Anton with the red breast and the brown blackbird Berta were already busy picking seeds from the ground.

The little great tits with their yellow-blue plumage and black and white heads ate seeds from the feeder and the fat balls without a care in the world. All accompanied by their quiet "Zi-zi-bäh".

Kalle was just about to fly to the meadow on the slope under the elder bush to have breakfast when a small, frantic bird with a yellow breast, green-blue wingsand a blue cap over its white face flew up to the birdhouse.