Once upon a time, high above the whispering pine trees, lived two curious chicks named Nikki the Eagle and Hopper the Hawk. They were best friends, sharing fluffy worm breakfasts and giggling as they learned to fly under the watchful eyes of their parents.
But Nikki soon noticed something different. When she took off, her wings stretched wide like golden sails, catching the wind and carrying her effortlessly in graceful circles. Hopper, on the other hand, flapped his shorter wings more quickly, zooming and diving like a playful arrow.
“Why do we fly differently?” Nikki asked, perched on a sun-warmed rock.
Hopper tilted his head. “Eagles have bigger wings, like mighty airships. They soar on thermals, invisible rivers of warm air, for hours!”
Nikki gasped. “Wow! Like magic carpets?”
“Sort of!” Hopper chuckled. “They use their sharp eyes to spot prey from far away, then swoop down silently to snatch it.”
He puffed out his chest. “But Hawks are different! We’re nimble and fast, perfect for chasing smaller creatures through the trees. We watch the branches closely, ready to pounce with our sharp talons.”
Nikki flapped her wings, imagining catching a juicy beetle. “So eagles are strong and soar high, while hawks are quick and hunt close?”
“Exactly!” chirped Hopper. “We’re both birds of prey, but just like you wouldn’t use a giant paintbrush to make a tiny butterfly picture, we each have our special ways to hunt and live.”
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