Rook in the spring story for children. Savrasov

The rook (from the raven family) is a slender black bird, up to 50 cm long, weighing about 400 grams. The rook's plumage is mainly black with a metallic tint. Males are larger than females; birds communicate with each other by croaking loudly.

The rook is similar in appearance to a crow, but slimmer, and, unlike its closest relative, who leads a solitary lifestyle, prefers to live in colonies.

The rook flies long distances, but spends quite a lot of time on the ground, looking for food; makes nests on trees in country woodlands or in city gardens. The bird takes nest formation seriously: twigs and branches, dry grass, and soft hairs are used.

The rook is a migratory bird; it returns to its homeland in March, and, as they say, opens spring. And it winters on the Black Sea coast, in Central Asia and North Africa. For spring-autumn migrations, rooks gather in huge flocks.

In the month of April, the female mother lays three to five green, speckled eggs. Incubation time is up to twenty days. A month after birth, the chicks leave the nest. Having united in flocks, young rooks search for various kinds of insects in the fields. We are happy about this - as a rule, these are insect pests.

An adult rook feeds on small rodents, snails, and is capable of catching even a young hare.

"Nosed rook
Sat on the antenna
Hey rook, hello
Our respect to you!
From the poem “Joy” by Agnia Barto

See poems about the rook

From the story by G.A. Skrebitsky “Hello, spring!”

“Old, gnarled willows grew in front of our house. On their branches many rooks' nests could be seen. They were empty all winter. But now large couples sat decorously near the nests migratory birds. That morning, while it was still freezing, the rooks ruffled their feathers and feathered their feathers. They were silent and did not move. I looked with joy at these beautiful blue-black birds, the first heralds of the coming spring.”

In ancient times, when our great-grandfathers were children, in one large kingdom there lived a king. He was very angry, greedy and envious. The king loved to listen to birds singing. He ordered his subjects to collect all the songbirds from around the globe. In those days, all birds, even rooks and crows, were songbirds and sang with magical voices. The earth was filled with beautiful birdsong. The evil king wanted to become the sole owner of these songbirds. The king's subjects collected the birds into a huge and beautiful palace garden.

The king was very pleased. In the fairy garden, day and night, you could hear the singing of birds from all over the globe. Only one bird stopped singing, it didn’t want to eat or drink, it really missed its native land. At night she looked at the blue sky and spoke in a melodious voice to the stars. And the stars, listening to her, only silently winked with their silver eyes. This is how days after days passed, years after years. One day this bird turned to the stars:

My silver stars, I really miss my edges. You see and know everything, please show me the way to my native fields, native shores.

The stars sparkled with joyful eyes, shone with brilliant sparkles and answered her:

Don't worry, don't cry. You are kind, affectionate, thank you for your kind words. We loved you very much. Fly, don't be afraid, we will show you the way.

The stars, playing merrily and shining with silver, lined up in one row and showed the way home. The bird thanked them, and when deep night came, and all the people in the palace and the birds in the garden fell asleep, she got ready for a long and dangerous journey. For a long, very long time, and only at night, she flew along the path indicated by the stars.

Despite strong and strong snowstorms, blizzards, and cold rains, hail and frosty nights, the bird flew with all its might to its native lands. She flew only in the dead of night, she was afraid of sunlight and lost her beautiful, rainbow-colored feathers and magical voice, like the sound of flowing water. She was very afraid that when they heard her singing and saw the color of her feathers sparkling in the sunlight, the king’s subjects would catch her and return her to the palace.

One day in early spring, while the snow had not yet melted on the ground, while the last drops of strength remained, a rook bird flew to its native fields. Out of joy, she wanted to sing a spring song, but she only croaked in a hoarse voice, wanted to straighten her beautiful feathers, and saw that the feathers had lost their beauty and became blue-black. But she was very glad that she returned home, and the stars rejoiced with her, winking their eyes. People, seeing the very first bird in the spring, were very happy, because they did not hope that the birds were alive and had not yet forgotten about their native lands, that someday they would return to their homeland, home, to their native fields and rivers.

Since then, this beautiful bird - the rook - has been popularly called the harbinger of spring, because it returned in early spring, and the star path along which it arrived was called the Milky Way.

And when the evil king died, all the birds were released. Along the starry path laid by the rook, starlings, larks, swallows and other songbirds flew to their native lands. Only the rook could not regain his beautiful voice; since then he has not been singing, but can only shout “Kar-kar-kar-r”.

Saitova Zubarzhat , 11 years. MBOU Secondary School s. Podolsk, Khaibullinsky district of the Republic of Belarus (head Saitova Alsu Kamaletdinovna)

One day my brother and I were sitting in our room in the winter and looking out the window at the yard. And in the yard, by the fence, crows and jackdaws were digging in the garbage.

Suddenly we see that some kind of bird has flown towards them, completely black, with a blue tint, and a large, white nose. What a wonder: it’s a rook! Where did he come from in winter? We see a rook walking through the garbage heap among the crows and limping a little - probably someone sick or old; He couldn’t fly south with other rooks, so he stayed with us for the winter.

Then every morning a rook got into the habit of flying to our trash heap. We will deliberately crumble him some bread, porridge, and cottage cheese from lunch. Only he didn’t get much: the crows would eat everything - they’re such impudent birds. And some quiet rook was caught. He stays on the sidelines, all alone. And that’s true: his brethren flew south, he was the only one left; Crows are bad company for him. We see that the gray robbers are offending our rook, but we don’t know how to help him. How to feed him without the crows disturbing him?

Day by day the rook became sadder. Sometimes he would fly in and sit on the fence, but he was afraid to go down to the crows’ rubbish heap: he was completely weak.

One morning we looked out the window, and a rook was lying under the fence. We ran and brought him into the house; he can barely breathe. We put him in a box next to the stove, covered him with a blanket and gave him all kinds of food.

He stayed with us for two weeks, warmed up, and ate a little. We think: what to do with him further? Don't keep him in a box all winter! We decided to release him into the wild again: maybe he will be stronger now and will survive the winter somehow.

And the rook, apparently, realized that we did good to him, which means there is nothing to be afraid of people. Since then, I spent whole days like this with the chickens in the yard.

At that time, a tame magpie, Orphan, lived with us. We took her as a chick and raised her. The orphan flew freely around the yard and garden, and returned to the balcony to spend the night. So we see that our rook has become friends with the Orphan: where she flies, he follows her. One day we see - the Orphan flew to the balcony, and the rook also showed up with her. It’s important to walk around the table like that. And the magpie, like a mistress, fusses and jumps around him.

We slowly stuck a cup of soaked bread out from under the door. The magpie goes straight to the cup, and the rook follows it. We both had breakfast and flew away. So every day the two of them began to fly to the balcony to feed.

Winter passed, the rooks returned from the south, and started making noise in the old birch grove. In the evenings, they sit in couples near the nests, sit and talk, as if they are discussing their affairs. Only our rook did not find a mate, still I flew everywhere for Orphan. And in the evening they will sit on a birch tree near the house and sit side by side, close, side by side.

You look at them and involuntarily think: this means that birds also have friendship.

Puppet show for younger children preschool age(M. Kartushina)

Equipment:
Phonograms of a lyrical Russian folk song performed by folk instruments, the sounds of drops, the chirping of a sparrow, the cries of rooks, a screen, a bibabo Cat doll, cardboard pictures on a stick (sparrow, crow, rook, sun), pictures of a hut with icicles, a tree with a nest.

A calm Russian folk melody sounds. The Storyteller appears in front of the screen.

Storyteller:
It's spring again
She came to us, guys,
Yes, I didn’t just come -
Brought us a fairy tale
The Tale of the Cat-Cat -
Green eyes
Yes, about the Black Rook -
A perky singer of spring.
The sun is rising
The fairy tale begins.

The sun rises above the screen. Vasily the Cat comes out of the house.

Cat Vasily:
Meow-meow, the sun is shining
Right at Vassenka’s window.
The sun is calling for a walk.
I need to warm my belly
In the spring sun,
Purr for the kitten.
Mur-mur, sing a song or something
Should I look at the birds?

Russian folk game "Sly Cat"
Children dance around the cat and sing:

The sly cat sits in the corner,
He hid as if he were sleeping.
Birds, birds, that's the problem -
Scatter in all directions!

The children run away and the cat catches them.

The cat lies down on the screen, the Crow flies up to him and sits at some distance.

Crow:
Kar-kar-kar! Hello Vasily!

Cat Vasily:
They didn't ask you to wake me up!
It's good to lie in the sun.
Please, Crow, do not interfere!

Crow:
You'll sleep through everything, Vasily the cat:
After all, spring is coming across the earth -
The drops are ringing, the starlings are singing,
And the sun shines from above.

The sound of a drop sounds.
Children perform a song

“Drip-drip”, words and music by F. Finkelstein:
Drip-drip-drip water.
It's spring, spring,
The sun has warmed up,
The birds have arrived.

Chick-chick-chick-chirp -
The sparrows are singing,
They fly merrily
The grains are collected.

Cat Vasily:
Just think, drops, flowers.
Let these be the harbingers of spring.
And I love spring because
That it’s warm in our yard.
I can lie in the sun
And I can sleep all day.

A sparrow is heard chirping.
A sparrow flies onto a tree.

Sparrow:
Hello Crow! How are you?

Crow:
Sparrow, I have become old.
Both my wings and my back ache.
Now I can barely fly.

Sparrow:
Believe me, Grandma Crow,
Listen to my words:
Drink some spring water,
What smells like forest freshness,
Then you can easily take off on your own,
After all, spring gives us strength.

Crow:
Now I'll fly into the forest,
Kar-kar, to the spring spring.

The crow flies away. A sparrow flies over a sleeping cat.

Sparrow:
It looks like Vasily the Cat is sleeping,
He sniffs so sweetly through his nose.
How thirst torments me.
But the well has water.

Motor exercise “Sparrow” (verses by T. Volina):

A sparrow flies into a tree.

Cat Vasily:
Meow-meow, clever Sparrow,
Beware of my claws!

Sparrow:
Bye, Vasily, you will sleep,
You can't catch me.

Crow appears.
Kar! Kar! Kar! Kar!

Cat Vasily:
So what happened? Where is the fire?

Crow:
I bring important news:
Jay said to me in the forest,
That a southern guest is flying here,
Rook heard that it was spring here,
That it's warm here, that it's light here,
And he flies to his nest.

Sparrow:
I'm glad to have a neighbor, chirp!

Cat Vasily:
In the meantime, I'm sneaking underground!

The cat is hiding. Rook cries are heard. A rook appears.
Rook:
Hello neighbors, kra-kra-kra!
Hello, my dear land!
Hello birth nest,
And you meet the rook.

Crow:
Well, how are things in the south?

Rook:
It 'warm over there,
But on dark nights
I dreamed of a cute nest.
And I was looking forward to meeting you.

Sparrow:
And we missed you
So often remembered
You in the cold winter.

Crow:
But the sorrows went away.
What will you do now?

Rook:
I'll fix the nest as soon as possible
Let me rest from the road
After all, it was a long journey home.

Sparrow:
We will help you now
It's not difficult for us.

Crow:
I'll bring you some fluff
To make it warmer.

Sparrow:
I'll plug the holes with a branch,
So as not to blow in the back.

Rook, Sparrow and Crow are repairing the nest.

Rook:
Thank you, good neighbors!
But the blue evening comes
It's time for me to go to bed.

Crow, Sparrow:
Sleep well until the morning!

Crow:
We'll go to bed now too
And we'll sing a lullaby.

Crow and Sparrow sing a Russian lullaby:

Crow and Sparrow fly away. Cat Vasily appears.

Cat Vasily:
Well, we finally fell asleep.
Eh, Rook, a nest is not a palace.
I'll crawl up a tree
I will destroy your nest.
I'll have a rook dinner
I'll have breakfast with a sparrow.

Storyteller:
Look, my cat is crawling up
And he will not hesitate.
He will find a nest on a branch,
Rook will get it now.
Do you want to save the rook?

Children: Yes!

Storyteller:
Then we should make some noise.

Children stomp, clap, scream. Rook wakes up and begins to fight off Vasily the Cat. Crow and Sparrow fly in and begin to peck at him. The cat falls.

Cat Vasily:
Meow meow! I'm running away!
(Runs away.)

Rook:
Thank you children! Well done!
You saved me from death!
And birds are real fighters,
They immediately came to help.

Storyteller:
This is where the fairy tale ends,
And whoever listened, well done.

Children leave the hall to cheerful music.

For a whole month, the little rook flew in and knocked on the window with its beak. The owner of the house poured him some buckwheat and talked with him in the hope that the bird would answer him someday. Once, thieves robbed a man and he had nothing to feed the rook, but suddenly the bird spoke.

Story The Talking Rook download:

Read the story The Talking Rook

I’ll tell you an incident that happened to me during the hungry year.

A young yellow-throated rook got into the habit of flying onto my windowsill. Apparently he was an orphan. And at that time I had a whole bag of buckwheat stored, and I ate buckwheat porridge all the time. Sometimes a little rook would fly in, I would sprinkle cereals on it and ask:

Do you want some porridge, fool?

It will bite and fly away. And so every day, all month. I want to ensure that my question is answered. “Do you want some porridge, fool?” he would say: “I want.”

And he only opens his yellow nose and shows his red tongue.

Well, okay,” I got angry and abandoned my studies.

By autumn, trouble happened to me: I reached into my chest for cereal, but there was nothing there. This is how the thieves cleaned it - half the cucumber was on the plate, and they took it away!

I went to bed hungry. Spun all night. In the morning I looked in the mirror - my face was all green.

Knock, knock! - someone is in the window.

On the windowsill, a rook is hammering at the glass.

“Here comes the meat!” - a thought appeared to me.

I open the window and grab it. And he jumped from me onto a tree. I'm out the window behind him, to the knot. He's taller. I'm climbing. He is taller - and to the very top of his head. I can’t go there - it’s very swaying.

He, the scoundrel, looks at me from above and says:

Do you want some porridge, fool?