THE LOST LITTLE BIRD

One little bird doesn’t know who he is.

After bumping his head on a tree trunk, the titular bird is so discombobulated that he does not even know what species he is, so he decides to experiment and find out. He tries singing like a nightingale, but a robin begs him to stop. The little bird then wonders if he’s a robin, but the prospect of eating a worm makes him realize he is not. He wonders if he’s an eagle, but a bald eagle assures the little bird he’s much too small. When a couple of crows ask him to join their dead-rodent feast, the little bird knows he isn’t a crow. His legs are too short to be an egret. He can’t swim like a duck or lay eggs like a hen, and pecking a trunk gives him a splitting headache. Discouraged, the little bird perches on a birdbath and cries…until another little bird lights on the birdbath and tells the little bird that he is a bluebird just like her. He flies home with her—and stays to raise a family. McPhail’s familiar watercolor-and-ink illustrations are as comforting as ever in this gentle tale of self-re-discovery. Speech bubbles add touches of humor in his conversations with the other birds; “Maybe I’ll get bigger!” he says hopefully to the eagle. (This book was reviewed digitally with 8-by-16-inch double-page spreads viewed at 56.3% of actual size.)

A tweet little tale of finding one’s place in the world.