On the landscape from the nest fell a small black-and-white bird with a long tail. Running on the ground, catching flies and worms. My mother helped the puppy. She drove away cats, drove them under polyethylene during the rain, and even her mother (or dad) did not throw away the puppy and fed it. Then the bird grew up, began to fly, and his brothers and sisters grew up. By the middle of the summer, the whole family had fled, only the drowned bird remained. My mother often stayed alone in the country and worked in the garden. Many times when I came there, I saw such a picture. Mom with an instrument in her hands and a little black and white bird rotating next to her. If the mother digs - the bird helps, carefully crawling different beetles. If he does something else, then the bird flies around, catching annoying mosquitoes and blinds. But the most fun - in the rain the bird is taken under the same polyethylene in which she once hid her mother. And when the mother becomes thirsty, she talks to the bird, and the bird cries to her in response, supporting the conversation. This is the friendship between different species. It flew closer to autumn. But we hope that she will come back next year. I have somehow become accustomed to her.