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When birds fly high they reach the sky. They sing their song They make their call To baby birds letting know they’re on their way With food to show collect through day Making chirping sounds to say Mama bird is on her way Letting know that food will fall. After babies hungry call!!! Shell ✨🐚
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 5:20 AM UTC
Baby birds
When birds fly high they reach the sky. They sing their song They make their call To baby birds letting know they’re on their way With food to show collect through day Making chirping sounds to say Mama bird is on her way Letting know that food will fall. After babies hungry call!!! Shell ✨🐚
Beautiful sight, birds flying chirping through the air!! I sit and watch this everyday. How they bring food to feed They build a nest in my front yard.
Shell
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 5:20 AM UTC
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