Once upon a time in field behind farmer Joe’s home there lived a family of field mice. Deep in the base of an old Apple tree a short distance from the hay barn, the mice snuggled into their nest. During the day, the momma mouse would scurry the littles out the door so they could have play time.
“The outdoor air will do you good!” Said momma.
One day when momma peeked out to see what the day would bring, she noticed an young hawk sitting tall in the branches.
“I only want to be friends” the Hawk shared.
Are you Father Hawk’s youngling? quizzed momma and in reply, “Yes, yes I am.” and with that momma mouse darted back inside her nest. Checking each baby mouse and nibbling on their ears she warned of the dangers of hawks. Her memory didn’t fail her, as Father Hawk’s gleaming eyes still strike fear in her as she remembered the last encounter.
She was playing in the field with poppa mouse. They had moved into the apple tree house not to long ago, and were planning the next steps in sharing their home with littles. She knew the time was coming soon, but wanted to enjoy some outdoor air before they arrived.
Father Hawk swooped down and snatched poppa mouse up and though his squeeks were loud, she lost sight of him and the hawk. She soon gave up hope of seeing him again, and spent her days lamenting under the apple tree.
Now that the young hawk was here, there were new rules to be enforced. They were not allowed to play outside for days. Many sunrises and sunsets came and left, and the days became crisp and the evenings had a chill to the air.
The leaves were turning and farmer was out in his tractor.
Momma warned of the Hawk and the tractor but knew the Littles were restless.
Out the door” she encouraged, “but stay near by! Go no further than underneath the branches of the tree, not far from the big root.”
Soon they were scurrying up and over the root, nibbling on the fallen apples, and laughing with the lady bugs. One of the Littles saw a butterfly and began chasing him. Soon all three dashed into the field, and were swooped up into the combine. The tractor’s machine grabbed the Littles and flung them high into the air, they appeared to be like bubbles in the sky.
Then, they tumbled onto the ground.
They bounced as they landed.
The tractor made a huge sweep and turned again toward the Littles.
Down from the sky swooped hawk. He saw the struggling mice. As he flew closer to the ground, he opened his talons to grab them. All three fit into his grasp. He then flew back toward as fast as his hawk wings would let him, to the safety of the Apple tree.
Dropping them in front the nest, momma mouse squeaked with joy as her Littles squealed over each other as they spilled the story.
Hawk waited patiently out on the branches for momma and sure enough she ventured out.
She was so thankful. “You have earned the right to friendship with the baby mice. I didn’t think you’d be true to your word, and you didn’t harm my babies.”
“I only wanted to be friends and to share the field” Hawk stated, his feathers softened.
“Friends you now have,” said momma.
The family of mice danced that night in the light of the moon while Hawk kept watch.
This post was previously published on Blue Insights.
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