First Day

The bird blinked. The world, hazy, showed itself clearer and clearer with each blink. She was shivering because her feathers were not fully grown yet and the inside of the egg had been warmer. Her mother had pushed down the broken shell parts, right off their nest. Little bird clung close to her momma for warmth. She had brought her into a new world. In the week to follow, she would bring her worms to feed on, she would hug her when she needed it and stand away while she learned to move around. But soon, when she was ready, mother bird would give her a gentle push and the little bird would fall from the nest and mid-air, spread her wings to raise herself skywards, just moments before hitting the twiggy forest ground. In the week to follow, a lot of things will happen for the first time. But right then, the bird only blinked again at the first day that would never happen again.