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Friends: Juan Alberto Guttlein. Argentine writer. Story about the love between human beings and animals.
 

 
Days, this child, fed the bird came to drink to the small puddle that formed the trickle of Quill used for irrigation of the orchards. During his vacation, he enjoyed nature. He liked to be in contact with the ground, what help his grandfather in the irrigation of the orchards,enclose the calves for the first milking, accompanying his younger uncle to find cows, riding horse, play with the dogs and go small montecitos had the field.
In these small Panamanian, he had discovered an amazing world of insects, birds of all sizes and shapes, small snakes, nests of chickens, birds, ducks and butterflies. Appreciating all that, perhaps, not knew to express it, but her life changedwhen in school holidays, parents sent to the farm of the grandfather. His grandmother had taught him and slowly approaching the pajarillo which then fed.
He began throwing something his grandmother, yellow food from afar. A few days, approached a bit more to sit in the Bank of the grandfather and the bird came to find their daily ration. Next summer, when the suspected that more would not be thatbeautiful bird, one afternoon while trying to put the wheels in an autito bird approached comfortably and planted before him tilting his head from side to side as if it demanded its portion.
He got up the place and see not fleeing, he ran to the kitchen, he brought a handful of seeds and began to throw their food. But it was no longer alone, two birds were joined by and acting with the sameconfidence. The next day proved sit in Chair table eat barbecue in the garden and spread the moa and millet on it. The bird came to the pond, drank water and then on a short and elegant flight came to the table and with total flippant picoteó the semillitas.
It was only a time issue because soon came the courtyard, the other two partners Fund pine. The child was ecstatic, reach his hand were thosefeathered and funny cuerpitos addressing from one side to another to enjoy their seeds.
They were beautiful, it was a pair of black heads with the breeding of this beginning of year. He marveled see that machito head-black, yellow body with black spots on the wings, the hembrita with a yellow pulling to green and the squab with a not very firm but beautiful color like his father.
I was petrified,hard and virtually no breathing, to not scare them. The next day, it accommodated in the same place, but with arms crossed on the table. And the daily miracle occurred with total naturalness. Los pajaritos arrived, ate his ration and went without problems and frightened by his presence. To pass the days tested move in the Chair put things on the table and to get up and go back to sit.
Nothingfrightened to their already friends. One day, he encouraged and I try to cherish them. The male looked at his hand, waited distrustful caressing and seeing that there was no danger, followed by eating while the small fingers passed on its beautiful and very silky lomito. Instead hembrita, left a little, not the squab, who even dared to pecking their uñeros. Joy seemed it would exploit his heart.
Whenthe sparrows were, he rushed to tell his grandmother but she had followed him every day from the kitchen window and knew of his friendship with black heads. Appointments with food for her friends, were of honor. I knew that only if it rained, they would not come to the table.
It was wonderful that season in the House of the grandfather. Everyone was amazed of the miracle performed by children,and even stopping work for together from the kitchen window to see how the child was playing with his friends. Vacation ended and the farewell was emotional for everyone. Los pajaritos, as knowing his departure, they were that day and hour, recently withdrew when the sun began to dump into the pit of the horizon.
The child returned to the city and its tasks. Attending school to skate classes and...