The warm summer breeze caressed our skin as we stood under the lush green canopy of an oak tree. Our ice cream popsicles had melted down, leaving sticky residue on our fingers that blended with the fresh blades of grass under our feet. The leaves rustled above us as the breeze passed through them, a soothing melody to our ears.
As we watched the tree, we noticed a couple of sparrows busily chirping away. They had built their nest on a thick branch, and we could see the male sparrow flying away to bring food for his newly born baby and wife. We stood there, fascinated, observing the couple as they struggled to feed their child. The mother sparrow would peck at the grains of food, chew them, swallow them, and then vomit the bits into her baby's open beak.
