The Young Doves

A nest as comfy as a fluffy blanket sitting in a tree. The baby doves in it are softer than a cotton ball, with a beak as pointy as a pen. The feathers on the body are the colour of a cloud on a rainy day.
The babies' feet are as skinny as a twig with no leaves, and a head the size of your thumb. In the morning, you wake up to the soft rustling of feathers, the chicks chirping like the tick of a clock.
The mother brings their first worm. It is like a delicious ice-cream on a hot summer's day. The scary cawing of an angry crow looking for a tasty lunch forces the baby doves to hide under their mother’s wings.
The refreshing water cools the chicks down on a hot day. The comfortable nest warms the chicks up like hot chips on a cold night.