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Early the next morning a rumbling awoke the birds and shook them from their nests.
Giant orange machines with steel teeth and jaws, shovel mouths and spiraling drills burst through the grass, flattening it behind them. Panicked, the birds flew in all directions, fleeing towards the beach, searching for a safe place to land.
The crows tried to join the seagulls and the pelicans bobbing in the ocean. But they found they could neither float nor swim.
The sparrows, swallows and blackbirds joined the sandpipers running along the beach’s shore break. They quickly realized that their legs were too short to out run the waves and their delicate feet sank deep into the wet sand.
The doves, blue jay and robins flew to the marshy river mouth where the mallard ducks lived. But their feet slipped on the muddy rocks and the reeds growing from the water were not tall and strong enough to build a good nest in.
Finally all the birds but the hawks settled into an old abandoned building and waited for the machines to leave. They were safe there but the building was cold and hard.
It did not rock them gently like the trees did when the wind blew.
The hawks began building a new nest in a windowsill of the tallest building downtown. People began to gather in a crowd to watch their progress. The hawks, who enjoyed their privacy, felt shy and uncomfortable with all the attention.