Birds arrive ready to hunt,
Some hoot, some whistle, and others grunt.
Most females have feathers that are brown,
And they nest around our town.
Baby chicks hatch in spring
And through the summer do their thing.
The adults won’t let the chicks be prey
Predators stay away!
The birds go south in the fall
Until the spring calls.
By Avu
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