The gray dove female was sitting and crying. From time to time she began to calm down, but as soon as she glanced in the direction of the ruined nest, the tears again dripped from her eyes.
The tragedy happened in the morning. Parents-doves flew out of the nest to bring food and water for two charming babies. It did not last very long.
But when they returned, everything was already over. The impudent fat cat did not even try to deny its guilt. From time to time he threw an arrogant look towards the unhappy mother and pointedly licked his mustaches.
The male pigeon tried with all his might to console his wife. "We will find a new place, we will make a new nest and we will sit out new chicks." But the female was inconsolable: "I do not need new chicks. I need mine. And where are you going to look for a new place? It's late, all good places are occupied! We will not have a shelter anywhere!"
The male dove understood everything. Indeed, now all the good places were occupied, in all nests sat chicks. But as the head of the family, he simply had to come up with something!
And then an idea came into his head. She was so mad that he did not dare to share it with his wife for a while. "Do you remember that house where there are a lot of birds? I saw doves there ... What if we try ..." "You're joking! They're domestic doves. And all such arrogant! They will not let us near!"
But the male has already made a decision.
In the house, where he decided to ask, lived two kinds of doves: red Kirovograd and veil-tailed. After a thought, the gray dove decided that it was more likely to reach an agreement with Kirovograd doves, who were more like them with his wife.
"No, no and no," said a large red Kirovograd male dove. "Well, look yourself, where should we place you? I have three families with chicks, and one has eggs in the nest. We have a small room. Sorry, friend, but I must think about the convenience for my own pack."
The gray male pigeon was discouraged. What to do? Of course, it was possible to try to negotiate with the luxurious vailevered doves who live in the attic, but if more simple doves did not agree, then they will not talk at all.
The gray pigeon was about to leave, but then he remembered the crying wife and her inconsolable grief. And he decided to take a chance.
He sat on a branch beside a gorgeous whiteveil-tailed female, the wife of the leader of the pack. The latter was not home. She listened attentively to the sad history of the gray pigeons. "I'll talk to my husband, I'm sure he will not refuse. Fly here tomorrow. "
The next day the gray male-dove flew again. The female timidly sat on the pillar by the road near the house. Within ten minutes, the husband called her come.
A large white dove with black feathers on the tail invited them inside. "You have to understand that although there is a big attic, there are too many of us, all the places are busy, there is only one left - near the entrance, but do not worry, nobody will hurt you there. You must promise to observe the laws of our pack and not tell anyone about where you live."
In less than an hour, the happy female of the gray dove was already building a new nest.
And one day I found these lovely babies in the attic.
