Birds in the winter forest. Birds of our forests (G
When you walk through a spring forest, sometimes you hear “trrr-trrr-trrr!” overhead, as if someone is knocking on an empty barrel. This is the woodpecker's spring song. Woodpeckers will find an old, rotten aspen in the forest. They take turns digging a deep hollow for two weeks. The bottom of the hollow is covered with sawdust - and the nest is ready.
If you approach an aspen tree and knock with a stick, the chicks will squeal loudly and look out of the hollow. They don’t know how to fly yet; they crawl along the walls of hollows. They will grow up, scatter throughout the forest, peel off fir cones, peck at the bark with a strong beak, and look for caterpillars and beetles.
Sometimes there is a whole pile of dried pine cones piled under the tree. Nearby is a woodpecker's forge. The woodpecker will stick a cone into a split branch, peck out all the seeds, throw the empty cone down and fly after another.
The woodpecker is an arboreal bird. It hollows out diseased trees and uses its long tongue to remove pest beetles and their larvae. If there are a lot of woodpeckers in the forest, it means that the trees will be strong and healthy.
Forest crows live in pairs. And they live two hundred and more years. A pair of ravens flies over the taiga and carefully inspects every clearing, every stream. If they spot prey: the remains of a deer that was killed by a bear, or a dead fish on the shore, they will immediately let other crows know. “Kruk-krruk-krruk,” the cry of a raven rushes over the taiga, it notifies other ravens that it has found prey.
You will never confuse a hooded crow with a forest raven. The hooded crow has gray and black feathers, and the collar is all black. A crow flies closer to the village in winter, pecks at something in a landfill, but a raven never gets close to human habitation, it... wild bird forest spaces.
All birds build nests and hatch chicks. Except the cuckoo. The cuckoo waits for some bird to fly away from the nest to get food. Then the cuckoo will throw its egg into someone else's nest.
So the cuckoo warblers hatched. The first thing he did when he grew up was to throw the warbler chicks out of the nest onto the ground. And now - that’s how big it is! All day long the warblers carry caterpillars, larvae, beetles - and the cuckoo is still not enough, its beak opens and squeaks.
Without tits, the winter forest seems dead. Only a pine branch will creak and a snow cap will fall off the tree. But as soon as a flock of tits swoops in, the forest comes to life.
Tits, squeaking and kicking, fly from branch to branch, from tree to tree - inspecting every crack in the bark: is there a tree seed, is there a sleeping bug lurking somewhere. There are all kinds of tits in a flock:
and blue tits, and coal tits, and blue tits with striped crests on their heads...
Tits do not fly to warm countries for the winter, like other birds, and call to each other loudly in the winter forest. And in the summer the whole forest rings with bird voices, and the tits are neither seen nor heard with their modest song. In severe cold, tits fly to the huts, and the guys sprinkle sunflower seeds on the feeders for them, otherwise the hungry tits will freeze in the forest.
Capercaillie is a resident of forest thickets. This is a big forest rooster. In the summer, when blueberries, lingonberries, and blueberries ripen, the capercaillie feeds on berries. And on the banks of streams, wood grouse peck small pebbles so that the pebbles in their stomachs, like millstones, grind the berries. In winter, capercaillie feeds on pine needles. The millstone stones grind them down. In the spring, as soon as the snow melts in the forest, wood grouse begin to talk - to sing their spring songs. The capercaillie walks on the ground like a turkey, spreading its tail like a fan, and clicking its beak, as if two sticks are knocking against each other. And the song ends as if a knife is being sharpened on a whetstone. At the end of the song, the wood grouse goes deaf, which is why it was called the wood grouse.
Woodcock is a forest sandpiper. His eyes are as big as two currants, so he can see in the twilight. It will begin to get dark, a woodcock will emerge from the bushes onto the forest road and walk on the ground, feeding. It puts its beak into the soft ground and feels with its beak: if a worm or bug moves nearby, it immediately catches it and swallows it.
And during the day, woodcock hides under the bushes; you walk nearby and won’t see it. If you disturb an aldercock in a nest, it will leave the nest and transfer the small chicks to a new place. Flies over the forest and holds a chick in its paws. Until all the chicks are transferred, the woodcock will not calm down.
A magpie flies through the forest, chirps, and flies up to the nest silently. A magpie's nest looks like a muff: branches are piled on top and there are entrances on the sides. A magpie sits in a nest, only its tail and beak stick out. The magpies flew out of the nest, sat on the trees, chirped, and asked for food.
The sparrow owl is a small nocturnal predator. As it gets dark in the forest, the owl silently flies over forest clearings, over vegetable gardens and listens. A field mouse squeaks, an owl rushes at it and grabs it. Sychik brings his prey to the hollow of an old oak tree. When there are a lot of mice, the little owl stores them in reserve for the winter. In winter, you can find a lot of frozen mice in the hollow - this is what the little owl brought up. The mice gnaw the grain and devastate the fields, and the owl helps preserve the harvest.
When a goshawk appears, there is a commotion in the forest: you have to hide. Even hares hide on the ground. A goshawk quickly flies between the trees, looks out for prey, and behind it they fly squeaking and screaming. forest birds: jays, tits, siskins. The squirrel gapes, does not have time to scurry into the hollow - the goshawk will grab it. From a great height, the goshawk sees the wood mouse, and the black grouse if it is not hiding well. The goshawk is a forest predator.
The nutcracker is a taiga bird. They called it that because there are the most nutcrackers in the cedar taiga. As soon as the pine nuts ripen, the nutcracker makes reserves from morning to evening. He stuffs his crop with nuts, and then stuffs them into cracks in the rocks, hides them in the hollows of trees, and buries them in the ground.
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When you walk through a spring forest, sometimes you hear “trrr-trrr-trrr!” overhead, as if someone is knocking on an empty barrel. This is the woodpecker's spring song. Woodpeckers will find an old, rotten aspen in the forest. They take turns digging a deep hollow for two weeks. The bottom of the hollow is covered with sawdust - and the nest is ready.
If you approach an aspen tree and knock with a stick, the chicks will squeal loudly and look out of the hollow. They don’t know how to fly yet; they crawl along the walls of hollows. They will grow up, scatter throughout the forest, peel off fir cones, peck at the bark with a strong beak, and look for caterpillars and beetles.
Sometimes there is a whole pile of dried pine cones piled under the tree. Nearby is a woodpecker's forge. The woodpecker will stick a cone into a split branch, peck out all the seeds, throw the empty cone down and fly after another.
The woodpecker is a arboreal bird. It hollows out diseased trees and uses its long tongue to remove pest beetles and their larvae. If there are a lot of woodpeckers in the forest, it means the trees will be strong and healthy.
Forest crows live in pairs. And they live for two hundred years or more. A pair of ravens flies over the taiga and carefully inspects every clearing, every stream. If they spot prey: the remains of a deer that was killed by a bear, or a dead fish on the shore, they will immediately let other crows know. “Kruk-krruk-krruk,” the cry of a raven rushes over the taiga, he notifies other ravens that he has found prey.
You will never confuse a hooded crow with a forest raven. The hooded crow has gray and black feathers, and the collar is all black. A crow flies closer to the village in winter, pecking at something in a landfill, but a raven never gets close to human habitation; it is a wild bird of the forest.
All birds build nests and hatch chicks. Except the cuckoo. The cuckoo waits for some bird to fly away from the nest to get food. Then the cuckoo will throw its egg into someone else's nest.
So the cuckoo warblers hatched. The first thing he did when he grew up was to throw the warbler chicks out of the nest onto the ground. And now - that’s how big it is! All day long the warblers carry caterpillars, larvae, beetles - and the cuckoo is not enough, its beak opens and squeaks.
Without tits, the winter forest seems dead. Only a pine branch will creak and a snow cap will fall off the tree. But as soon as a flock of tits swoops in, the forest comes to life.
Tits, squeaking and kicking, fly from branch to branch, from tree to tree - inspecting every crack in the bark: is there a tree seed, is there a sleeping bug lurking somewhere. There are all sorts of tits in a flock:
and blue tits, and coal tits, and blue tits with striped crests on their heads...
Tits do not fly to warm countries for the winter, like other birds, and call to each other loudly in the winter forest. And in the summer the whole forest rings with bird voices, and the tits are neither seen nor heard with their modest song. In severe cold, tits fly to the huts, and the guys sprinkle sunflower seeds on the feeders for them, otherwise the hungry tits will freeze in the forest.
Capercaillie is a resident of forest thickets. This is a big forest rooster. In the summer, when blueberries, lingonberries, and blueberries ripen, the capercaillie feeds on berries. And on the banks of streams, wood grouse peck small pebbles so that the pebbles in their stomachs, like millstones, grind the berries. In winter, capercaillie feeds on pine needles. The millstone stones grind them down. In the spring, as soon as the snow melts in the forest, wood grouse begin to talk - to sing their spring songs. The capercaillie walks on the ground like a turkey, spreading its tail like a fan, and clicking its beak, as if two sticks are knocking against each other. And the song ends as if a knife is being sharpened on a whetstone. At the end of the song, the wood grouse goes deaf, which is why it was called the wood grouse.
Woodcock is a forest sandpiper. His eyes are as big as two currants, so he can see in the twilight. It will begin to get dark, a woodcock will emerge from the bushes onto the forest road and walk on the ground, feeding. It puts its beak into the soft ground and feels with its beak: if a worm or bug moves nearby, it immediately catches it and swallows it.
And during the day, woodcock hides under the bushes; you walk nearby and won’t see it. If you disturb an aldercock in a nest, it will leave the nest and transfer the small chicks to a new place. Flies over the forest and holds a chick in its paws. Until all the chicks are transferred, the woodcock will not calm down.
A magpie flies through the forest, chirps, and flies up to the nest silently. A magpie's nest looks like a muff: branches are piled on top and there are entrances on the sides. A magpie sits in a nest, only its tail and beak stick out. The magpies flew out of the nest, sat on the trees, chirped, and asked for food.
The sparrow owl is a small nocturnal predator. As it gets dark in the forest, the owl silently flies over forest clearings, over vegetable gardens and listens. A field mouse squeaks, an owl rushes at it and grabs it. Sychik brings his prey to the hollow of an old oak tree. When there are a lot of mice, the little owl stores them in reserve for the winter. In winter, you can find a lot of frozen mice in the hollow - this is what the little owl brought up. The mice gnaw the grain and devastate the fields, and the owl helps preserve the harvest.
When a goshawk appears, there is a commotion in the forest: you have to hide. Even hares hide on the ground. A goshawk quickly flies between the trees, looking out for prey, and behind it, forest birds fly squeaking and screaming: jays, tits, siskins. The squirrel gapes, does not have time to scurry into the hollow - the goshawk will grab it. From a great height, the goshawk sees the wood mouse, and the black grouse if it is not hiding well. The goshawk is a forest predator.
The nutcracker is a taiga bird. They called it that because there are the most nutcrackers in the cedar taiga. As soon as the pine nuts ripen, the nutcracker makes reserves from morning to evening. He stuffs his crop with nuts, and then stuffs them into cracks in the rocks, hides them in the hollows of trees, and buries them in the ground.
In the spring, when the snow melts, the nutcracker often forgets where it buried its reserves, but finds nuts from other nutcrackers and feeds. Squirrels, chipmunks, and mice feed on nutcracker reserves. But many nuts remain in the ground. Small cedars grow from them. This is how the nutcracker plants cedar forests.
The jay buries acorns for reserve. He chooses the ripest ones, but often forgets about them, and in the spring young oak trees grow from these acorns.
At night, an owl silently flies over a forest clearing. The mouse darts, rustles the leaves, the owl catches it and returns to the hollow again.
Autumn in the forest. No bird songs can be heard. Fieldfare thrushes have gathered in flocks near rowan trees and are fattening up before migrating to warmer climes.
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Night fell in the forest. Frost tapped on the trunks and branches of thick trees. Light silvery frost fell in flakes from the tops of the spruce. Bright winter stars sparkled in the dark high sky. A frozen branch crunched and broke. The owl shouted. In the thicket something hooted and laughed terribly. Light caresses ran across the diamond tablecloth of snow. Weasel is a small predatory animal from the marten family. An owl flew quietly over the snowdrifts. Like a fairy-tale sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat down on a bare branch. In the darkness of the night he hears and sees everything.
(According to I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Winter has covered the village with fluffy snow. The days were soft and gray. A bird fell from the top of an old fir tree. Silvery frost fell. It settled like white dust on the lilac bush. The stove was crackling in the house. It smelled like smoke. Gusts of strong wind carried the smell of smoke to the river. A group of women walked to the ice hole for water. There is an old gazebo over the steep cliff. Its steps turned gray from frost. We took shovels and cleared the path to the gazebo. The winter sun appeared. Nature has come to life.
Words for reference: it smelled, they cleaned it up.
Met New Year. They took the toys off the tree and took it outside. A trail of dry needles stretched along the smooth path. It was sad to see this.
Winter has passed. The sun began to warm the earth. Puddles appeared on the street. There were Christmas trees on the site in front of the house. It smelled like pine. The whole yard gathered to plant forest beauties. Adults dug holes. The children brought water. Trees were planted. The trees stand on soft ground, like on a down pillow.
Grow up, Christmas trees!
Note. Draw the children's attention to the placement of commas in the title of the dictation, in the last two sentences, as well as to the phraseNew Year.
The weather was terrible. stood late fall. The autumn wind carried torn wisps of clouds over the ground. Snow began to fall from them. The forest was bare. There was a lonely rowan tree in the clearing. She reached for the sky. Winter birds with bright plumage flew up to the mountain ash. Bullfinches and tits slowly, with a choice, began to peck large berries. They threw back their heads, stretched their necks and swallowed with difficulty. The first traces of snow appeared on the white tablecloth. Winter was coming.
Words for reference: little birds, pulled out.
Our magic key opened the lock of the magic bookcase. We took the book “The Little Humpbacked Horse” off the shelf. This is our favorite fairy tale. It was written by Pyotr Pavlovich Ershov. Ershov learned this tale from storytellers, and then he came up with something himself and told it all in verse. Ershov was born in the Siberian village of Bezrukovo, near Tobolsk. Then he lived in the remote Siberian town of Berezovo. Ershov even saw the harsh Siberian nature as fabulous.
(According to E. Yazykova)
The girl went into the forest to pick berries and met an old woman there. The old lady gave her a magic pot. He cooked delicious, sweet porridge.
One day the girl left home. Mother began to cook porridge. She forgot the magic words. And the pot kept cooking and cooking porridge.
Hot porridge flowed like a river down the street. The girl saw this. She ran into the house and said the magic words. The pot stopped cooking.
Those who came from the village ate their way. The porridge was very tasty!
(Based on a fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm)
When you go camping, don't try to take everything with you.
You can get a lot in the forest. If you rub your leg or burn your hand, pick a plantain leaf. Wash it well and apply it to the sore spot. You're out of soap. What should I do? Wash dirty hands with elderberry.
To prevent mosquitoes from bothering you in the forest, pick wormwood, hang it in a hut and place it around your resting place. Mosquitoes don't like its smell.
It was a warm early morning. We went fishing. On the shore, I put a worm on the hook and cast the fishing rod.
One fish grabbed the worm. And here on the hook is a beautiful wide silver fish. She has red eyes, like chum salmon eggs, a black-green back, and pink fins. It turned out to be a roach. Catching fish requires endurance and skill. I examined the fish and put it back into the river.
Live long, fish!
One day something bad happened. The sheep was hit by a car. There was a small fluffy lamb left.
Nadya began to look after the orphan. She fed him milk and treated him to bread. The lamb especially loved cabbage.
Summer has come. Now it was already an adult ram. And what horns! They looked like two huge twisted donuts.
The ram followed the girl all the time, like a dog. He protected her even from boys. Once Nadya went to the cinema, and the ram followed her. The girl entered the hall. And the ram sat down at the door and waited for her.
A true friend!
(According to N. Kuratova)
It was raining in the evening. In the morning, frost grabbed the wet grass. A cold wind settled in the forest. He wandered among the pines, flew from clearing to clearing. The centuries-old spruce trees rustled sadly. I stood at the edge of the forest and listened to the farewell song of the forest. A crane's cry fell from the sky. Why do cranes cry sadly? The birds made a circle over the Volga and flew south.
I remembered songs about cranes. They, like the autumn bird cry, are not cheerful.
(According to I. Vasiliev)
Note. The teacher warns the children about punctuation marks in the last sentence.
Sea buckthorn is included in the long list of medicinal gifts of the forest. In the old days, its leaves and young shoots were fed to war horses. They grew quickly and did well. Sea buckthorn blooms in April and May. The fruits ripen from late August to October. A lot of sea buckthorn is found in the Caucasus, Siberia, and Altai. It grows well near rivers and lakes. Sea buckthorn is also planted in the desert. Try planting sea buckthorn yourself. Near your home you will find joy, vigor, and health.
Words for reference: you'll settle at your place.
The leaves on the trees turned yellow and brown. The wind swirls them through the air. Heavy autumn clouds poured snow and hail onto the ground. A raven sat on the fence and croaked from the cold. Ice flakes appeared on the surface of the pond.
Winter has come cold. The ice cracked from the frost. The poor duckling swam on the water without rest. The hole became smaller. The poor thing was exhausted, stretched out and froze to the ice. Early in the morning, a peasant noticed the bird. He took her home.
(According to G. H. Andersen)
Words for reference: frozen, peasant.
In winter the sea froze. Fishermen gathered on the ice to fish. Fisherman Andrey also went. His son Volodya was with him.
We caught a lot of fish. The fishermen decided to spend the night.
At night a strong wind rose. The waves flooded the ice floe. There was only the sea all around.
In the morning, fishermen noticed the plane. They started shouting and waving their hats. Soon the ship arrived. People were saved.
(According to B. Zhitkov)
We pitched tents on a smooth area and stopped for the night. The night passed peacefully. It was early morning. I looked around the area. The snow was white. An eagle is swimming above the mountain slope. The wind whistles in his open wings. A silent shadow slides along the slope.
Forest birds hide in the thicket of branches. The eagle flies from clearing to clearing. The roe deer run away from him in horror. Hares jump into the bushes like balls. There is panic everywhere. The king bird is flying.
Words for reference: wide open, hiding, panic, king bird.
The crew of Pavel Ivanovich Abramov was assigned to guard the crossing. They completed the task, but were unable to cross themselves. They camouflaged the tank on the outskirts of the city and waited. And then a tank with a red star burst into the city captured by the Nazis. The battle went on for almost a day. The soldiers crushed the enemy. The crew fought until the last shell. The enemies, amazed by such courage, trembled. Residents of the city of Rivne remember the glorious tank heroes. A street and a school are named after them.
The first winter day has arrived. We went to the forest lakes. The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes fell from the cloudy sky.
We breathed carefully on the white fluff of winter. Snowflakes turned into clear drops of water. Like beads, they rolled to the ground. The forest was light and solemn. We approached familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches sat on a rowan tree. She was covered with snow.
But then thick snow began to fall. The forest became gloomy and quiet. Winter began to rule over the earth.
(According to K. Paustovsky)
Thumbelina lived in the forest all summer. She ate sweet flower honey and drank dew. The baby weaved a cradle from grass. So the summer passed. Autumn has passed. A long, cold winter was approaching. All the birds flew away. The flowers have withered and turned yellow. Thumbelina was shivering from the cold. It is snowing. Each snowflake was for Thumbelina what a whole shovel of snow was for us. Thumbelina covered herself with a dry leaf. The leaf was not warm. Thumbelina decided to leave the forest. She began to look for housing for the winter.
(According to G. H. Andersen)
The river has stopped. The guys were running to the river. A little boy jumped out onto the ice. He took a dashing ride on the ice. Other children followed the daredevil. Now they are already in the middle of the river. There was a crash. Water came out. The children rushed to the shore like sparrows. The brave souls found themselves up to their necks in water. They screamed and called for help. Men and women were running to the shore. The guys clung to the thin ice with their hands. It broke, crumbled. A worker with a long board crawled towards the guys. He saved them.
Few people live in the far north. Day after day you can drive and not see a person’s habitation. There are no roads - everything is covered with snow. We have to carry people and loads on dogs. Dogs are man's faithful friends. The leader of my team was called Ushko. He had thick fur, a sharp muzzle, erect ears and a bushy tail. Ushko often looked around as he ran, noticing which dog was lazy and running poorly. At a stop, he approached the dog and growled at it.
The weather has changed. By morning the entire area was shrouded in thick, viscous fog. A sharp, freezing wind blew. The frost crackled. And what a beauty it was when the sun rose! The trees and bushes in the garden were all covered with frost. The branches seemed to be covered with shiny white flowers. A radiance seemed to flow from every branch. The weeping birch, swayed by the wind, seemed to come to life. Its long branches with fluffy fringe moved quietly. What a splendor it was! Large diamonds shimmered in the snow.
(According to G. H. Andersen)
On a rowan tree that grew near the fence, a squirrel appeared out of nowhere.
With her tail fluffed, she sat in the fork and looked at the grapes that swayed in the wind on thin branches.
The squirrel ran along the trunk and hung on a branch, swayed and jumped onto the fence. She held a bunch of rowan berries in her mouth. She quickly ran along the fence, and then hid behind a post, sticking out her fluffy, airy tail.
"Fan!" – I remembered. This is what hunters call a squirrel's tail.
(Yu. Koval)
It was a wonderful view winter nature. The rays of the sun showered the entire area with a cold shine. Traces of animals and birds are visible on the tablecloth of snow. The centuries-old spruce trees stood frozen with their heavy heads bowed. A nimble squirrel was jumping from tree to tree. Huge caps of snow were falling from the trees. The forest smelled of resin and pine needles. But then a puffy cloud slowly covered the horizon. Snow began to fall in flakes. We were approaching the village. Dim lights flickered in the windows. The long winter twilight was quickly approaching.
My mother and I lived at the dacha during the winter holidays. It was quiet there. Crows circled around us.
We felt sorry for them all. We started feeding them. The crows fell in love with their mother for feeding them. They flew after her throughout the village.
Mom will come out onto the road. A car speeds along the road, and the crows immediately raise a clamor. They warn mom about the danger.
The holidays are over. We left for Moscow. We came again in the summer. The crows recognized us.
(According to I. Sherstobitov)
There lived funny people. They decided to please Santa Claus with gifts. The little people got into the sleigh and rode along the fairy-tale road.
They meet sad musicians. The musicians' instruments broke. The little people gave them a pipe, a drum, an accordion. A sad snowman sits by the road. He only has a broom in his hands. The cheerful people gave him a Christmas tree. All the gifts were given by the little people. And Santa Claus comes out of the forest. The little people are sad. And Santa Claus tells them: “I know your good deeds, and they are the best gift for me!”
The calf met a hedgehog. The hedgehog curled up into a ball and snorted. The stupid calf jumped up and licked the hedgehog. The needles pricked his tongue painfully.
The calf roared and ran towards the cow. He began to complain to his mother about the hedgehog. The cow raised her head, looked at her son and again began to nibble the grass.
The hedgehog rolled towards his hole. He told the hedgehog that he had defeated the terrible beast.
The fame of the hedgehog’s courage spread beyond the distant lake, beyond the dark forests.
Words for reference: met, curled up, complained, raised, told the hedgehog that.
During the winter holidays, Dima and his mother rested with his grandfather in the village. The winter turned out to be blizzard. Dima went skiing and sledding with the guys. Once they made a big snowman. One day Dima observed heavy snowfall. Large flakes of snow swirled smoothly in the air. They quickly covered the ground with a fluffy carpet. Snowdrifts were growing near the house.
Dima loved to be in the winter forest. The forest was light and solemn. He looked for a long time at the beautiful arrangement of spruce and pine trees.
Suddenly it hissed and hissed through the forest. The snow started drifting. The forest began to hum and it became as dark as in the evening. The wind came. The trees swayed. Snowdrifts flew from the spruce paws. Snow began to fall and a blizzard began.
The titmouse calmed down and shrank into a ball. And the wind just tears it from the branch, ruffles the feathers and freezes the naked body underneath. Well, the woodpecker let her into his spare hollow, otherwise the titmouse would have disappeared. The blizzard has passed. The sun came out, cheerful and bright!
(According to V. Bianchi)
The guys were building a snow slide in the yard. They watered it well. Kotka didn’t build the slide. He sat at home and looked out the window. The guys left.
Kotka put on his skates and ran to the slide. The slide was slippery. The boy fell. Kotka decided to sprinkle the hill with sand.
The guys came running and began to scold Kotka. He decided to correct his mistake.
The boy began dragging lumps of snow up the hill and pouring water on it. Kotka even made steps. This makes it easier for the kids to climb the hill.
All year round The children of our school protect the forest. Before New Year's holiday are on duty on the roads. Hundreds of forest beauties were saved from death. In early spring, Russian birch trees are protected from birch sap lovers.
There are many young plantings in the forest. The seedlings took root, grew stronger, and grew. It is joyful to look at them, moving from clearing to clearing. There are traces of birds and animals on the clean tablecloth of snow. A mouse ran towards the hole. Silence in the forest. Our forest is beautiful! Take care of its beauty.
Words for reference: New Year's, on them.
Without tits, the winter forest seems dead. Only a pine branch will creak and a snow cap will fall from the tree. But then a flock of tits swoops in. The forest comes to life. Birds fly squeaking from branch to branch. They inspect every crack in the tree's bark. There are so many tits in a flock! They call to each other loudly in the winter forest. In the bitter cold, tits fly up to the village. The guys sprinkle seeds on the feeders for them. Hungry tits can freeze.
(According to G. Snegirev)
Words for reference: It seems they echo, pour out, for them.
It's a bitter February frost outside. The whole earth sleeps under shaggy snow. The hostess treats us with cucumbers and radishes. Man has learned to build warm houses for plants. He grows herbs, vegetables, and fruits in them all year round. We are approaching the greenhouse. There is no winter in the greenhouse. Smart machines water and feed plants. Drops of water glisten on the green onions. Machines regulate light and heat. Collective farmers receive a rich harvest of vegetables in greenhouses.
Words for reference: they are grown and regulated in them.
The January dawn is slowly creeping along the street. The whistling of birds is heard in the air. This is a crested lark that has woken up, cleaned itself and is running towards the road. With the first snow he appears on a village street on the outskirts of the city. All day he is in search of food. The lark flies little, but runs quickly. In cold weather he jumps on one leg. The other leg is hidden under feathers. He is warm at night. He lies in a hole, the lark hides his paws and beak in a thick feather.
Words for reference: dawn is breaking, crested.
Prickly snow began to fall. There was a ripple in the dense aspen forest. The blows of snow pellets on tree trunks merged into a mysterious hum. Footprints stretched from the edge of the forest to the village. Dawn has come. The snow glistened on the spruce tree. A flock of sparrows was hurrying towards the village. The wood grouse also flew up to the road in search of food. Elks and roe deer rushed to the clearing. They ate the bark from aspens and willows. The hares compacted the snow near the brushwood. In winter, the animal world needs help.
Words for reference: mysterious, brushwood, help.
Along a narrow path I emerge into a clearing. A flock of blackbirds appeared on a mountain ash tree. A hedgehog rustled under a snag. I love this area. In late autumn, moose appear here. Next to the clearing there was an abandoned garden. It is overgrown with weeds. The trees have dried up and degenerated. There were no hunters for sour and small fruits. But then I heard the crunch of apples. I spotted a moose. He walked from apple tree to apple tree. The forest giant grabbed the apples with his soft lip and ate them.
Words for reference: here, abandoned, amateur.
The trees talked all night. Winter has come to the forest. Wonderful figures froze under the cold arch. They were located on the tops of fir trees, stumps, and branches. A forest man in a hat and burka crawled out of a snowdrift. He looked around the whitened forest. The sun appeared. Tears dripped from the man’s pine eyelashes. TO old Christmas tree a group of Christmas trees huddled together. They look like hares. Here is a fairytale bear. The forest is full of magical animals and birds. But there are no traces of them on the white tablecloth of snow.
(According to N. Sladkov)
Words for reference: the figures look like wizards.
The forest clearing is covered with snow. An old stump sticks out near the bush. There are many cozy winter apartments here for forest dwellers. Small insects hid under the bark from the cold. The mustachioed beetle also settled down to spend the winter here. A lizard lay down in a hole under the roots. A flock of tits flew over the clearing. She sat down on a tree. Snow dust fell on the ground. A bunny ran out into the clearing. The animal looked around and quickly galloped into the forest.
The view of winter nature was magnificent. Frost took moisture from tree branches and trunks. The bushes and trees were covered with shiny frost. The rays of the sun showered the entire area with a cold shine.
The winter days were short. But then the frost began to subside. The clarity of the blue sky has faded. A plump white cloud covered the horizon. Slowly, snow began to fall in large clumps. There was a stream of snow all around me. The sky was falling with fluff of snow. The air was filled with movement. The long winter twilight was approaching. I was approaching the village.
(According to S. Aksakov)
Words for reference: magnificent, twilight, began.
Tanya and Vitya lived in a forest lodge. In winter, Vitya hung a bird feeder from an old tree. One day a red squirrel appeared near the feeder. She carefully jumped onto the feeder. The animal began to pick up the rowan with its paws and deftly eat the berries.
The guys made a table for the squirrel. They put crusts of bread and dry mushrooms on her table. Sometimes children buried food in the snow. The squirrel has a good sense of smell. She shoveled the loose snow with her paws and took food. Every day the squirrel came running to the feeder.
(According to G. Skrebitsky)
Words for reference: Sometimes.
During the winter holidays, the trackers followed partisan paths.
It was quiet and frosty in the dense spruce forest. It’s joyful to walk through the winter forest. White fluffy snow sparkles. The trees seem fabulous. A flock of birds happily flies from tree to tree.
The leader led the rangers to the edge of the forest. This is the place where the partisans lived. The guys noticed a dugout under a large oak tree. There was a large table in the dugout. There was a stove under the low window. There were long benches near the walls.
Words for reference: partisans, it seems.
At night there was a strong frost. It was a clear frosty morning. You woke up and looked at the window. It is all covered with a wonderful pattern. Here's a long thread. But a flower bloomed on the glass. How did these patterns come about? Water vapor from the air became water droplets. It's getting colder. These droplets settled on the ice field. A speck of dust on the glass is enough for the first piece of ice to cling. The ice floes grow and grow. So we got different drawings. They sparkled and shimmered in the rays of the sun.
(According to D. Tikhomirov)
Words for reference: it got cold, cling, branch.
The sun rose over the winter forest. The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. A red fox is walking along the edge of a clearing from a hunt. Footprints trail behind him, paw after paw. A frozen branch crunched and broke. The fox is listening to see if a mouse squeaks under a hummock in a winter hole. A flock of crossbills flew by. She was located on the top of a spruce tree. Handsome black grouse flew out of the deep fluffy snow. They sat down on a birch tree covered with lacy frost. The old fox notices everything.
Words for reference: handsome black grouse.
Note. Draw the children's attention to the comma in the sixth sentence.
Sections: Primary School
Target:
- developing in children a love for nature and a sense of responsibility for “our little brothers”;
- moral education.
Tasks:
- To instill in children interest and love for their native land, respect for nature, and neatness.
- Expand children's horizons.
- Introduce the life of animals and birds.
- Develop fine muscles of the fingers.
- Develop creativity and imagination.
Equipment:
- paper napkins;
- glue, cardboard;
- watercolor paints;
- bullfinch stencil;
- cards with pictures of birds;
- sample of the Bullfinch appliqué product;
- exhibition of books and drawings.
Lesson plan:
- Organization of the beginning of the lesson. Creating a positive emotional mood.
- Setting a learning task.
- Learning new material.
- Game minute.
- Consolidation.
- Independent work.
- Lesson summary.
During the classes
Teacher. Today we have an unusual lesson - an excursion lesson. We will take a trip to the winter forest. We have a lot of forests in our country. Our republic is included in the forest zone. Forest occupies more than half of its territory. The forest is the decoration of our land. Where there is a forest, there is clean air. The forest is a home for animals and birds.
Now let's dream a little. We closed our eyes. Let's imagine that we put on our skis and went into the forest.
(Music by Tchaikovsky “The Seasons” plays.)
(There is a picture of a winter forest on the screen.) Appendix 1. Slide 1.
Winter forest - it's like a fairy tale
And especially then,
When frost is painted white
It will swell it slightly.
The forest is solemn, calm,
Silence rings in my ears,
A fluffy white veil
He is obediently all covered.
White snow- how wonderful he is!
Its shine is like blue.
And wherever the eye looks,
It's winter everywhere.
Birds are cold and hungry in winter
Feed the birds in winter!
Let it come from all over
They will flock to you like home,
Flocks on the porch.
Their food is not rich,
A handful of grain is needed.
One handful is not scary
It will be winter for them.
Train your birds in the cold
To your window
So that you don’t have to go without songs
Let's welcome spring.
So we visited the winter forest. It's time to go home.
We closed our eyes. (Music sounds.) Opened our eyes.
Did you enjoy this walk through the winter forest?
What other wintering birds do you know? Slide 22.
The world of birds is diverse, and each bird is special with its own habits and colors. But all birds are beautiful!
(Children sing “The Sparrow Song” by the music of Kompaneets, lyrics by Sinyavsky.)
Teacher. Guys, we talked a lot about birds. Try to guess which bird we are talking about.
Black-winged, red-breasted,
And in winter it will find shelter:
He is not afraid of colds -
With the first snow - right there. (Bullfinch.)
Today we will make a picturesque mosaic of a bird - a bullfinch.
Mosaic (translated from French) is an image or pattern made from pieces of the same or different materials.
What material do you think this mosaic is made of? Slide 7.
What colors can you find in the image of the bullfinch?
Instead of black, we use a white napkin and then color it.
- Take a napkin, tear it into a narrow strip and roll it into balls.
- Start gluing the balls from the upper part of the body.
What is more convenient to stick - one ball at a time or spreading glue on a small area and then sticking balls over it?
We will work in pairs. Where will you start your work?
Lesson summary. Exhibition of the best works.