The Nightingale

When I was eight I used to go to my Grandpa's house in Shimla. I used to love that cool climate, the mountains and the voice of River Yamuna. My grandfather used to stay in a small cottage with his pet dog Simba.

  I used to go there on 1st may and returned on 22nd may. It was a relaxing holiday as I used to go away from the hustle and bustle of the City.

One evening, I was sitting near the fireplace reading a book I heard a strange voice from the nearby bush. I got up and went to my window to see what was there and I saw a beautiful Yellow bird, Smaller than my brothers football Than sang so beautifully that I really fell in love with it.

 I immediately recognised, that it was a Nightingale as I had read in a book. I quickly told my grandpa and he told me that in this area there are many beautiful birds like the Red parrot, lovebirds and many more.

 Next day in the morning I woke up with the chirping sound of the nightingale. I went to see and I saw the most ugliest nest ever. It was made with twigs and dry grass and I saw two eggs in it. Beside it I saw the mother and father Nightingales sitting. I wondered how such beautiful birds would make such an ugly nest. 

After 2-3 weeks the eggs hatched and two cute birds were sitting in the nest. after seven to eight days they grew big like their parents and every morning evening and night they used to sing their Beautiful Melody.

So, next time if I don't write again so you will know whom to blame.