The Bird Brain Books

Smart books for smart kids (loving birds helps too)



Have you noticed that dogs, cats, and teddy bears get all the attention in kids’ books? I have, and while I love these furry creatures, I’ve made it my mission to give our feathered friends the spotlight they so rightly deserve.

And so the Bird Brain Books were born. Nine are available now with three more coming in 2014. I just can’t get enough of my favorite feathery goofballs.

Wha1t’s more, these books teach important lessons in entertaining beak-sized bites. Remember to say thank you when someone does something nice for you, know who you are—rather than what you look like—is what makes you special, appreciate love, friendship, and beauty where ever you can find it, and enjoy the simple bliss of being a kid.

I love to chirp about my books with anyone who will listen and have special sections on my website for readers, parents, teachers, librarians, and more. My pet Sun Conure, Ducky, also writes a weekly blog just for kids.



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Honey the Hero

Honey, an inquisitive young parakeet living in the Australian Outback, decides to become a superhero after she spies a human family watching Superman. Since she already has the power of flight, all she needs to do is create a costume to conceal her true identity and then fly off in search of animals that need rescuing.

Unfortunately, every time she tries to help, Honey only ends up making matters worse. She spoils Kangaroo’s game of hide-and-go-seek by revealing his hiding place to Wallaby; Mr. Anteater must go hungry when she alerts the ants to his presence, and Mrs. Koala is made a laughingstock among bears when Honey pretends to be her Joey. Finally realizing that she’s not as heroic as she’d like, Honey gives up her day-saving efforts.

But what happens when someone actually needs Honey’s help? Will she rise to the challenge?

Ever since the day she hatched, Honey was one of the most curious little birds in all of Australia.

She wanted to know everything about the world around her, so she flew all over in search of new friends and adventure.

When she returned back to her family’s nest each night, her wings ached from working so hard to carry her around the Outback.

Mama Bird was always waiting with a big juicy worm for her dinner. Yum, yum!

And the next morning, she would wake up ready to seek out new excitement.

She liked learning about people best, and often winged into town to watch them go about their busy lives.

They were always on the move, hurrying up and down the sidewalks to what must be very exciting lives.

My goodness, Honey thought, they sure do walk a lot, the poor things. Too bad they don’t have fine feathery flappers like I do.

One day, she landed on the windowsill of a quaint brick home and peered through the glass, where a family sat cuddled on a big couch watching a movie.

On a great big TV screen, a superhero fought crime and helped people in trouble. The man, woman and little boy cheered whenever the superhero saved someone.

Gee, everybody loves him! Honey thought. I wish I could be like that.

“Wait,” Honey said to herself, as she realized something amazing. “I’m already an excellent flyer. Maybe I can fight crime too.”

She gazed at her reflection in the window, and shook her little head. “I can be a superhero, but first I’ll need to look the part.”

Honey flew back and forth across the grassland looking for the perfect superhero costume. She zipped over lakes and streams, hills and valleys on her quest.

She finally landed on a tree branch, and taking the greenest, most shapely leaf she could find, she stuck it to her back with a glob of mud.

Presto! A fine cape, just like a real hero would have.

Something was still missing, so Honey fluttered down to the ground and found a thick piece of grass.

She poked two holes in the blade, and then tied it around her head.

Her eyes peeked out mysteriously from behind her new mask.

She would do her good deeds in disguise, because the true identities of superheroes were always supposed to be secret.

Honey shouted into the wind using her strongest, most heroic voice. “Now that I look like a hero, I need to act like one too.”

She flew high in the air, looking for any signs of trouble. She couldn’t wait to fight crime.

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Honey is an inquisitive young parakeet who decides to become a super hero. Unfortunately, every time she tries to save the day, she only makes matters worse. Discouraged, Honey believes she is too small to help anyone and gives up her do-gooding ways. But what happens when someone actually needs Honey’s help? Will she rise to the challenge?


Release Date

April 24, 2012


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-253101-1, 1-62253-101-9

Paperback – 978-1-62-253118-9, 1-62253-118-3

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253106-6, 1-62253-106-X



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Davey the Detective

Davey dubs himself the luckiest crow in the entire world when he finds a wonderful, shiny object. It even has a fantastic name: “paperclip.” Wow!

One dark and dreary day, Davey’s treasure goes missing, and he is beside himself with grief. Luckily, he knows just how he can find out which of the forest animals is to blame for the theft. Inspired by the torn pages of a Sherlock Holmes story that were used to fashion his nest, Davey calls on the help of Sarah the sparrow to investigate the mystery and, hopefully, retrieve his prize.

Together the two birds begin to collect clues. Their trail leads them straight to Mr. Bushtail, a greedy squirrel who keeps a giant store of objects in a hollowed-out tree trunk. When Mr. Bushtail refuses to cooperate, the two birds have no choice but to break into his tree house in search of the truth.

Justice will prevail and treasure will be found in this intriguing tale of mystery.

Davey flew low over the treetops one chilly, moonlit night, when something shiny caught his eye. He flitted down for a closer look and was most pleased to discover a bendy, silver object full of wonderful twists and turns. Right away, he knew he’d found something special.

“Oh, my goodness!” Davey said to himself. “This is different from anything I’ve ever found before. It must have come from the humans who live outside the woods.”

Davey glanced quickly to his left, then to his right. The coast was clear, so he grabbed his new treasure and flew back to his nest. He buried the object under a pile of sticks for safekeeping, and went to bed.

That night, Davey had many happy dreams of all the wonderful things he could do with his new toy. He could bend the wire with his beak to create new shapes. He could wear it like a bracelet or a feather clip. He could do so many things!

After a pleasant night’s rest, Davey awoke and immediately dug through his nest to retrieve the cherished treasure. Only… he couldn’t find it. He dug and dug, but the shiny toy was gone.

“Oh no!” cried Davey.

He became very angry. He had taken much care to nestle the object safely between the layers of dried grass and paper that made up his nest. It couldn’t have just walked away. No, somebody must have stolen it—and right from under him, too.

His first thought was to go flapping furiously through the forest, cawing to anyone who would listen, and demanding that the thief return his treasure. Then he thought harder. Whoever had stolen the object would probably not return it nicely, at least not unless Davey could gather proof.

How could he get the evidence needed to solve this crime? Hmm….

At once, he had an idea. “Maybe I should hire a sidekick,” he said. “Together, we can find clues!” This made Davey excited. He’d always wanted to do detective work, and now he finally had the chance.

Growing up as a little hatchling, he had whittled away his days by reading the human stories that lined his nest. Most birds made their nests from grass and sticks. Davey’s mother had made their nest from those things, too, but she had also used the torn pages of an old book.

In the book, a human named Sherlock Holmes investigated crimes, with his trusty friend, Watson, at his side to help him. Without fail, Sherlock Holmes always managed to save the day.

Now it was Davey’s turn to take matters into his own beak. He could have an adventure, recover his treasure, and solve the mystery of the stolen shiny thing.

As Davey attempted to form a plan, his good friend Sarah the sparrow flew over and landed on a nearby branch. “Good morning, Davey. Hi! How are you doing? It’s a beautiful day. Why, yes it is.”

Sarah loved to talk, and sometimes she got on Davey’s nerves. Today, however, all her talking could come in handy. She would make the perfect partner in his investigation.

“Hi, Sarah,” Davey said. “How would you like to have an adventure?”

“An adventure? Oh, yes! Oh boy, would I ever!” She flew around Davey’s head in fast, dizzying circles.

“Good, listen up,” Davey commanded. “Last night, I found a wonderful treasure, but this morning when I woke up, it was missing! Someone stole it.”

Sarah gasped. “A thief? Right here in our very own woods? Oh, no! I’m scared, Davey.” She stretched high on her tippy toes while talking. Then, feeling frightened, she buried her face in her feathers and hid.

“Don’t be scared, Sarah. Together, we will get to the bottom of this. We will save the day,” Davey promised.

Slowly, Sarah raised her face from its feathery hiding place. “I would so ever like to save the day. There have been many days that I thought could use some saving. Oh so many! Only I’ve never saved the day before. How do we do that, Davey? Huh?”

Davey told her all about his favorite Sherlock Holmes stories. He explained how they would have to talk with eyewitnesses and collect clues. “Are you with me?” he asked, just to be sure.

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When Davey’s prized possession—a paperclip—goes missing, he sets out to find the thief who stole it from him. Inspired by the torn pages of a Sherlock Holmes story that were used to fashion his nest, Davey calls on Sarah the sparrow to aid in his investigation. Justice will prevail and treasure will be found in this intriguing tale of mystery.


Release Date

June 26, 2012


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-253105-9, 1-62253-105-1

Paperback – 978-1-62-253119-6, 1-62253-119-1

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253107-3, 1-62253-107-8



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Poppy the Proud

Poppy is the prettiest peacock in the entire garden, but one day his privileged existence is upset when an all-white peacock is born and promptly named the most beautiful by a smitten flock. Intensely jealous, Poppy no longer knows where he fits in and decides to reclaim his title as the fairest bird in all the land, no matter what it takes.

In a desperate attempt to regain the admiration of his peers, Poppy steals items from the humans that visit his park. He wraps himself in a beautiful silk scarf, wears a series of ornate bangles around his neck, and even tries to dye his feathers with colored dust from a festive Holi celebration. Unfortunately, each of these attempts not only fails to improve his appearance, they actually make it worse. What’s a poor bird to do?

In this compelling tale of self-esteem, pride, and learning what makes each of us special, Poppy the peacock discovers that true beauty lies beneath the feathers.

Everybody knew Poppy was the most beautiful peacock in the entire garden—especially Poppy. He boasted the longest tail feathers, and his plumage was the brightest shade of blue imaginable. The curly feathers that graced his head made him look dignified, and his eyes—oh, his eyes sparkled like waves upon the ocean.

Poppy was also accustomed to getting his way. If he wanted berries, he didn’t need to go foraging. He simply cocked his head and proclaimed, “My oh my, berries would taste nice,” prompting several other flock members to scurry over and drop plump fruits at his feet.

When the heat of the bright Indian sun pounded too heavily on this back, Poppy would say, “What a warm day it is,” and a gaggle of peahens would rush to fan him with their dull, brown wings.

Yes, Poppy lived a life of luxury and comfort. Even the people who passed through his park would stop and point. Sometimes, when Poppy was in a giving mood, he would fan out his tail feathers and give them a firm shake. Sunlight would zoom down his shiny feathers and create a spectacular light show to accompany his dance. The people, of course, would ooh and aah and sing his praises.

One afternoon in late spring, Poppy returned from a strut through the park and noticed that a crowd of birds had formed in the back corner of the flock’s land. Monkeys, cows, dogs, and other animals stood clustered together—they all stared at a single point.

“Ahh,” Poppy said, “you must all be here to behold my beauty. Now, now, one at a time.”

He spread his tail feathers wide and lifted his beak high in the air, ready to receive their praises, but…. No one paid attention to him.

Poppy cleared his throat and tried again. “Ahem, excuse me. I have returned from my walk through the park. And, my oh my, berries would make the perfect snack.”

Still, no one paid him any mind. What is everyone looking at? he wondered.

Poppy pushed his way through the herd of animals and birds, and his eyes popped big as teacups when he discovered an all-white peacock hatchling sitting on a bed of soft grass.

“Hello,” the young bird said. “My name is Snow, and these are my friends.” He twirled his long neck in a circle to gesture to the surrounding crowd.

“How wonderful!” a nearby cow said. “Snow’s beauty is matched only by his grace.”

All the animals nodded their heads in agreement.

“Oh, that?” A smug smile spread across Poppy’s beak. “That’s just a simple movement. I can do even better.”

He rotated his neck in a full loop-de-loop, but nobody noticed. Nobody cared.

Growing frustrated, Poppy stepped in front of young Snow and performed the movement again.

“Get out of the way, Poppy,” an old peahen squawked. “This isn’t about you.”

Poppy sulked away from the crowd, dropping his head toward the ground in defeat. He had never—not even for a single second—been ignored.

“Isn’t about me, is it?” he said to himself, since no one else would listen. “Then I shall make it about me. They’ll forget little Snow in no time.”

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Poppy’s privileged existence is upset when an all-white peacock is born and promptly named the most beautiful by a smitten flock. Intensely jealous, he decides to reclaim his title as the fairest bird in all the land, no matter what it takes. Join Poppy in this compelling tale of self-esteem, pride, and learning what makes each of us special.


Release Date

August 15, 2012


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-253103-5, 1-62253-103-5

Paperback – 978-1-62-253120-2, 1-62253-120-5

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253108-0, 1-62253-108-6



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Tommy Goes

Tommy is a mischievous little woodpecker who loves to fly to the edge of the forest and watch the people in the nearby suburb. One evening, something strange and exciting happens—people emerge from their houses wearing costumes and carrying colorful buckets with smiling faces on them. What’s even crazier is that they shout a special codeword while standing outside of each house, and are given delicious-looking candy.

Tommy simply must join in the fun. He and his friend, Michael the raccoon, fashion their own costumes and head off to join in the festivities. Thanks to Tommy’s knock-knocking beak and Michael’s quick paws, the duo is able to heist many a candy bar from the unsuspecting homeowners and children.

But are they missing out on the true spirit of Halloween?

Tommy liked to watch people. In fact, he routinely hung out on the small birch tree at the far edge of the forest. Birch was not his favorite flavor, but the chalky taste was much improved by the show that accompanied his woodpeckery peck-pecking.

Just across the road lay a small but bustling suburb. Human families lived together in fat, giant trees unlike anything Tommy had ever seen within the forest. They were called “houses.” He’d even tried pecking at one before, but it was so solid and hard that it hurt his poor beak. At least the birch tree was soft, and it provided the perfect angle to look out upon the neighborhood, without coming too close to the unpredictable humans.

Soon the sun began to set in the sky, Tommy’s cue to return to his nest deep within the safety of the forest. With one last peek at the human dwellings, Tommy stretched his wings and prepared to take flight, only… something incredible happened before he could flitter away!

Little humans emerged from their homes carrying bright orange buckets with big goofy smiles. Something about the little humans looked different than usual.

“Aaargh, I’m a pirate!” shouted a boy wearing a black patch over his eye.

“Well, I’m a princess,” bragged a girl in a frilly pink dress.

“Oh,” Tommy said to himself. “I don’t think this is normal. Usually, the small humans are neither pirates nor princesses. Usually, they are just boys and girls.”

“Psssst!” A rustling came from the bottom of the tree. “Hey you!”

Tommy craned his neck, but couldn’t see anyone in the darkening field below. “Wh-who’s there?”

A young raccoon scampered into Tommy’s line of vision and waved his paws overhead in greeting. “It’s me, Michael.”

“Oh, Michael! You scared me,” cried Tommy. “What are you doing here?”

A wicked smile spread from one furry cheek to the next. “Same as you. Watching the humans.”

“What are they doing? I’ve never seen them act this way before.”

“It’s Halloween, silly.”

Tommy shook his head. He wished he knew what Halloween was, or that Michael would at least explain more, and save Tommy the embarrassment of asking.

On cue, Michael clambered up the thin white tree and stopped near Tommy’s branch. “Halloween is the bestest thing ever. The little humans dress up in secret costumes, and the big humans give them lots and lots of candy.”

“That sounds like fantastic fun! Can we dress up and get candy, too?”

“We’ll never know unless we try, right? Follow me!” And just like that, Michael leaped from the tree and raced across the field below.

Tommy had to beat his wings hard to keep up.

Michael ran past a group of children as they were climbing down some porch steps, and plopped himself right in front of the open door. He smiled wide and said, “Candy, please.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” A woman dressed as a witch screamed into the night. “Get rid of it, get rid of it!”

“Please?” Michael asked again.

Just then a man flung the door all the way open and pushed a giant broom in Michael’s face. “Get out of here. Go on. Shoo!”

Michael and Tommy had to hide under the porch until all the shouting stopped.

“I just don’t get it.” Michael beat his fists into the ground in frustration. “I said please and everything.”

“TRICK-OR-TREAT!” A cluster of children cried above their heads.

“Hey, that’s it,” Tommy said. A look of triumph shot across his face. “We aren’t supposed to say please on Halloween. We’re supposed to say the secret code word.”

“Well, what’s the code word?”

“TRICK-OR-TREAT!” another group of costumed children shouted from the next house over.

“Oh, yes, I have it.” Michael hopped to his feet. “We have to say ‘trick-or-treat.’ If we do that, then surely they will give us lots of candy. Let’s go!”

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Who says woodpeckers can’t go trick-or-treating? Tommy and his friend, Michael the raccoon, fashion their own costumes and eagerly head off to join in the festivities. Thanks to Tommy’s knock-knocking beak and Michael’s quick paws, the duo is able to heist many a candy bar from the unsuspecting homeowners and children. But are they missing out on the true spirit of Halloween?


Release Date

October 2, 2012


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-253109-7, 1-62253-109-4

Paperback – 978-1-62-253110-3, 1-62253-110-8

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253111-0, 1-62253-111-6



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Courtney Saves Christmas

Courtney is a peppy young penguin who just loves exploring, and is overjoyed when she receives a compass from Santa on Christmas morning. She’s so grateful for the gift, in fact, that she just needs to give Santa a great big hug and say “Thank you!” in person. The only problem is she lives in the South Pole, and Santa is all the way on the other side of the globe!

With the aid of her new compass, Courtney sets off on a journey that takes her almost an entire year. By the time she reaches Santa’s workshop, the elves are in a flurry preparing for the upcoming holiday. Unfortunately, Rudolph is feeling very sick—too sick to guide the sleigh. If Courtney can’t find a way to help, Christmas will be ruined and all the children of the world will be devastated. What’s a little penguin to do?

Courtney loved exploring her homeland. She enjoyed venturing into big, icy caverns and climbing high on rocky ledges. She would often skip along the beaches where the tide crashed into the earth, and swim down into the darkest depths of the ocean.

Sometimes, she even burrowed into giant snow banks to find out what was inside.

The answer? More snow, of course!

When Courtney’s eyes squinted open after a long, cold night, the first thing she saw was a stack of colorful boxes, each tied with shiny ribbons, scattered all along her colony’s beach.

“Oh, how wonderful!” she cried. “What are these?”

“Today is Christmas, little one,” Mama Penguin responded. “Santa has delivered gifts for all the good little penguins. And look! There is one for you too.”

“For me?” Courtney gasped. Her eyes grew as wide and dark as the sea.

“Well, go ahead. Open it up,” Papa Penguin urged. He used one wing to nudge Courtney toward a purple gift with her name on it.

Courtney’s flippers weren’t especially good at opening up packages, so she had to use her beak instead. Inside the purple foil was a brown box. She pushed the lid off and found a wonderful contraption inside.

“Oh, this is marvelous,” Courtney exclaimed. “But… um… what is it?” She passed the round metal thingy to Papa for examination.

He moved the object from one flipper to the other, turned it over, and spun it in a circle. Then his eyes grew wide. “Ah-ha! I know what this is.”

“What? What? What?” Courtney bounced up and down on her clawed toes in excitement.

“This here is a compass. You use it to find places.”

Papa handed the compass to Courtney and showed her how the needle spun as she turned. Four large letters were carved into the center:  N, E, S, and W.

“N is for North,” Papa explained. “E is for East, S for South, and W for West. Let’s say you want to explore a cavern way over there.” He pointed toward the horizon.

Mama Penguin jumped into the lesson too. “That’s a long way to travel, and you might worry about getting lost. But if you have your compass with you, you’ll always be able to find your way back home.”

“See here,” Papa spoke again. “That way is….” He bent to show Courtney the face of the compass. “West. So when you’re done exploring and ready to come back home, you just have to come the other way, which is—”

“That’s E,” Courtney shouted gleefully.

Mama said, “Yup, E means East. Looks like you’ve got the hang of it already.” She tenderly rubbed her flipper across the top of Courtney’s head.

Papa said, “I don’t think you could have been given a more perfect present, Courtney. Think of all the fun you will have exploring with the help of your new compass.” He wore an enormous Christmas smile across his beak.

“It really is perfect. Thank you for the wonderful new toy!” Courtney stood on tip-toe and wrapped both her parents in a giant, feathery hug.

Mama shook her head. “It’s not from us, little one. Look.” She pointed to the tag that lay atop the package.

“From Santa,” Courtney read aloud. “Wait. Who’s Santa? Is he one of the penguins that lives further up the beach?”

Papa chuckled. “No, no. Santa is not a penguin at all! He is a man, but not just any man, the father of Christmas. He brings gifts to all the good little children all over the world, every single Christmas season.”

“Whoa, that is such a huge responsibility,” Courtney gasped. “Santa took so much time picking the perfect gift for me, and he does the same thing for all the children in the whole world?”

“That’s right,” Papa answered. “Santa is a very good man.”

“Yes, that’s amazing! I have to tell him ‘thank you’ right away!”

Mama drew Courtney under her wing. “What good manners. Of course, we will tell Santa ‘thank you.’ Let’s go visit the seals and ask them if we might borrow some paper to write Santa a letter.”

Courtney shook her head in protest. “No, a letter is not enough. I have to go see Santa and give him a great big hug to show him how much I appreciate the wonderful present.”

“But, little one, Santa lives all the way in the North Pole. We penguins live in the South Pole. It’s a very long way,” said Mama.

“Then I’d better get going. It can’t wait another minute,” Courtney cried. “Santa, I’m coming!”

“Wait,” Papa called as Courtney raced toward the sea.

She turned around and waited for her father to join her up the bank.

“Don’t forget your compass. To get to Santa, you just need to follow the giant N the whole way until you find him. To come home, follow the S.”

Mama joined them and gave Courtney a big kiss on her forehead. “You are polite and kind and brave. This will be a big adventure for you, and we know you can do it! Be safe, little one.”

Courtney felt the beginnings of tears forming in her coal black eyes. She had to be brave just as Mama had said, so she gave her parents one last hug and dived into the icy sea.

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Courtney is a peppy young penguin who is overjoyed when she receives the perfect gift from Santa. She decides she simply must say “Thank you!” in person. The only problem is she lives in the South Pole, and Santa is all the way on the other side of the globe! Will Courtney find her way to the North Pole and maybe even save Christmas in the process?


Release Date

November 26, 2012


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-253112-7, 1-62253-112-4

Paperback – 978-1-62-253113-4, 1-62253-113-2

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253114-1, 1-62253-114-0


Coming January 15, 2013

Vicky Finds a Valentine

Vicky is happy young lovebird with a great life as the Johnson family pet. When her human Marie starts making Valentine’s Day cards for her first grade class, Vicky is definitely intrigued.

“Valentine’s Day is very special,” Marie explains. “It only comes once a year, and when it comes, you have to tell everyone how much you love them. But most of all, you have to find a special friend to be your Valentine.”

A day about love? That’s fantastic! Now who can be Vicky’s special Valentine?

A search begins as Vicky asks anyone who will listen to be her Valentine. Unfortunately, the pretty dolly ignores her, and so do the people in the glass box—and she’s not sure she can trust the family cat’s intentions. Will the day come to a close before Vicky can find a Valentine?

Vicky loved her life. She loved her cage, loved her perch and, most of all, she loved her family. Being a love bird, she naturally found love everywhere and for practically everything.

Her day began when the sun peaked in through the tall window near Vicky’s cage. That was her cue to stretch her wings out as far as she could reach, and take a big giant yawn.

She ate a light breakfast of pellets, seeds, and fresh fruit.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she said. “Apple slices!” These were her absolute favorite to munch on.

Next, she preened her feathers. A love bird must look her best, after all. She started by fluffing her feathers until she looked like a giant poof ball, then she ran her beak through the long feathers on her tail and wings. After that, she bent her head and cleaned up the fluff on her chest.

She always finished grooming herself by taking a nice cold bath in her water dish.

She spent the rest of the day sitting on her perch, singing happy songs, and watching the arc of the sun as it moved across the sky.

She marveled at the outside birds, too, as they flew loop-de-loops and flitted to the tops of tall trees. They looked like they were having such fun, but still Vicky felt a little sad for them, because they didn’t have a wonderful family like hers. She knew that her life as the Johnsons’ pet bird was far more rewarding.

She had the love of Marie, the greatest human girl in the world. Vicky knew her friend would do anything for her. After all, Marie brought her tasty apple slices most mornings.

The best part of Vicky’s day was always the moment Marie came home from school. Every day, Marie tossed her pink backpack on the floor and ran to greet Vicky and tell her about her day.

Vicky listened, as any good bird would, all while feeling like the luckiest little love bird in the whole wide world.

One day, however, Marie didn’t come home from school at the normal time.

Vicky began pacing and hopping around her cage. “What if she’s hurt? What if she never comes home? Oh me, oh my, what would I do without my best friend?”

Finally, Marie did come home, though it was a full thirty minutes later than usual.

The little girl ran into the bedroom, her brown pigtails bobbing as she approached the cage. “Vicky! Vicky! Look what I’ve got!”

She opened her backpack and took out pink, red, and white-colored paper along with a pair of plastic scissors, a glue stick, and tubes of gold and silver glitter.

Vicky chirped to show her excitement—as any good bird would—even though she didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.

“Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day,” Marie explained as she cut an arc into a piece of red paper. “Valentine’s Day is very special. It only comes once a year, and when it does, you have to tell everyone how much you love them. But most of all you have to find a special friend to be your Valentine.”

After that, Marie lost herself cutting out hearts, gluing on glitter, and writing messages on each card. 

Vicky sang for Marie as the little girl created twenty-six heart-shaped cards—one for each student in her first grade class, and one for her teacher, too.

When she had finished, Marie bounded downstairs to watch cartoons on the magic glass box in the living room, leaving Vicky alone to think.

“My one special friend, huh?” Vicky paced back and forth on her perch, thinking hard.

She needed to find a Valentine of her own. Marie was so excited, and Vicky wanted to share in that wonderful feeling, just like she wanted to share in everything the little girl did.

Vicky thought so hard and paced so energetically, that she soon became exhausted and fell asleep for the night.

The next morning, Vicky hurried through her getting-ready routine.

As soon as Marie left for school, the love bird let herself out of her cage by lifting the latch up and over, and set out in search of the one special friend who could be her Valentine.

She knew exactly who to ask first.

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How can a love bird resist a day that’s all about celebrating love? Vicky sets off on a search to find her one special Valentine, and asks anyone who will listen. Unfortunately, the pretty dolly ignores her—so do the people in the glass box, and she’s not sure she can trust the family cat’s intentions. Will the day come to a close before Vicky can find a Valentine?


Release Date

January 15, 2013


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-253115-8, 1-62253-115-9

Paperback – 978-1-62-253116-5, 1-62253-116-7

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253117-2, 1-62253-117-5


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Izzy the Inventor

Izzy is a clumsy young prehistoric bird still trying to figure out the whole flying thing. She grows tired of the other archaeopteryxes laughing at her, and decides to go practice near the caves where the people live. The people laugh at first too, but soon they notice that each of Izzy’s failed flights leads to a wonderful new invention or discovery.

Cave paintings, fire, even the wheel—all are results of Izzy’s clumsiness coupled with her determination to fly. Will Izzy ever learn to fly like the other birds, or will she decide it’s okay to be different?

There’s only one way to find out: join Izzy in her prehistoric adventure in this edition of the color-illustrated Bird Brain Books series for children 4-8 years old.

A long, long time ago, a little nest sat high up on a cliff. Three baby archaeopteryxes pecked through their shells and opened their eyes to the bright, prehistoric world.

“Welcome, little ones,” their mama chirped, and gave them each a kiss on the head.

Day by day the baby birds grew, until barely any space remained in the nest.

“Time to stretch your feathers wide and learn to fly,” Mama said. She nudged them each toward the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley below.

The first bird tipped right off and fell straight down for almost twenty feet, then caught the wind in his wings and swooped up high, showing off for his brother and sister.

“Me next,” the other brother cried, taking a flying leap from the nest. He caught his balance even quicker and flew even higher.

The last baby bird didn’t budge.

“Now, Izzy,” Mama said. “You’re not a baby, anymore. It’s time to discover the world, and the only way you’ll ever be able to do that is by flying.” She then pushed the last of her babies away from the empty nest.

“Whaaa-whoa-wee-whoa-whoa!” Izzy cried as she fell faster and faster toward the bottom of the canyon. She spread her wings as far as they would reach, but the air rushing through her feathers only slowed her descent a tiny, tiny bit.

“Uh-oh!” Izzy took a big gulp. Her little feet scrambled as she tried her best to stop the momentum of her fall. “I’m going to crash,” she screamed.

Luckily for Izzy, a giant Wooly Mammoth broke her fall. “Ouch, why ya hitting me?” the massive creature asked.

Izzy wobbled back into a standing position and sputtered, “S-s-sorry.” She then hopped away searching for her mother and brothers.

Ozzy and Uzzy spotted her before long, and swooped down to fly close to the ground. “Ha ha!” they laughed. “What kind of bird can’t fly? You might as well not even be a bird at all!”

Mama flew to Izzy’s side next. “Shoo! Get out of here, boys, and leave your sister alone.” She landed on the ground and hopped along beside Izzy. “Don’t worry, dear one. You’ll learn to fly soon enough. It’s in your DNA. A bird is a bird, after all. So fly back up to the nest when you’re ready, and I’ll bring you, Ozzy and Uzzy a delicious supper to celebrate your first flight.”

“Thanks, Mama.” Izzy sobbed, trying to be brave as Mama flew back to the cliff tops. Now, not only was she a laughingstock among her family, but she’d also starve and never be able to see her family again unless she could make it back to the nest.

Izzy really needed to figure this flying thing out, and she was willing to do whatever it took.

First, she tried running real fast and jumping up into the air, but she landed funny and hurt her beak.

Next, she climbed to the top of the tallest tree she could find and jumped. Splat! That didn’t work, either.

In a last-ditch attempt, she asked a friendly looking Raptor for a ride on his back, and then commanded him to run as quickly as he could.

But the wind blew by so fast, it knocked Izzy off her new friend before she could even attempt to catch the wind and fly.

“It’s no use!” she said. “I’ll never figure this out, and what use is there for a bird who doesn’t know how to fly?” She found a cave nearby and cuddled up against the rock wall for a much-needed night of rest, trying her best not to think of how the cave reminded her of the cliff-top nest she’d probably never see again.

“Tomorrow,” Izzy said with her last bit of energy. “Tomorrow, I’ll become a master of flight. No matter what.” And with that, she drifted off to sleep.

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Izzy is a clumsy young prehistoric bird still trying to figure out the whole flying thing. Cave paintings, fire, even the wheel—all are results of Izzy’s clumsiness coupled with her determination to fly. Will Izzy ever learn to fly like the other birds, or will she decide it’s okay to be different?


Release Date

May 20, 2013


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-25-3121-9, 1-62253-121-3

Paperback – 978-1-62-253122-6, 1-62253-122-1

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253123-3, 1-62253-123-X


RickyTheRuntRicky the Runt

Ricky so very badly wants to be scary like his parents and big brothers. There’s just one problem: he’s tiny! Terror birds are supposed to be terrifying—it’s in the name—and even though his dad insists that Ricky’s fine just the way he is, Ricky would give anything to fit in with the rest of his family.

Frustrated and impatient, he departs from his nest and embarks on a quest to scare at least one animal, and prove himself as a Terror Bird. Does he really have to frighten somebody to fit in, or will Ricky discover another way to belong?

There’s only one way to find out: join Ricky in his prehistoric adventure in this edition of the color-illustrated Bird Brain Books series for children 4-8 years old.

Peck, peck, peck. One bright and cheerful morning, a baby Terror Bird broke through his shell and into the warm sunlight. He let out a big yawn and smiled, happy to be out in the big world, and bursting with anticipation of what his life would bring.

He opened his eyes and saw three much bigger birds sharing the nest with him.

“Finally hatched, eh, Ricky?” One of his big brothers said.

“For all the extra time you spent in there, I’d have thought you’d be bigger,” another teased.

“M-my name is Ricky?” The newborn hatchling asked.

“Yup, and I’m Micky. This is Dicky, and this here is Clicky. Mom and Dad are over there.” Micky gestured with his head as he spoke, and Ricky met his family for the very first time.

In the days that followed, Ricky grew quickly, but nowhere near as quickly as his brothers. They picked on him constantly—crowding him out at feeding time, playing keep-away, challenging him to races and then leaving him behind in their dust.

Still, Ricky enjoyed spending time with his family and learning about the world around him.

One day, a funny lizard-looking thing came by their nest searching for food. Ricky’s brothers and parents all jumped to action, stretching their necks, fluffing their wings, and letting loose mighty screams.

The intruder ran away just as quickly as his webbed feet could carry him, not looking back once.

For the first time, Ricky felt sad. Everyone had known what to do except for him.

Suddenly, the name Terror Bird made sense. Ricky wasn’t supposed to be sweet and happy; he was meant to be scary. No wonder his brothers made such fun of him!

While his parents went out to search for food and his brothers occupied themselves with a game, Ricky snuck away from the nest and embarked on a quest to uncover his true calling as a Terror Bird.

His mission was simple. He just needed to scare someone in order to prove to his family that he could do it.

Although unquestionably frightened himself, Ricky felt confident about his journey. He looked back toward the nest and whispered, “I’m going to make you all proud. Just wait!”

He didn’t have to walk long before coming upon a giant pond. Several deer stood with heads drooped, lapping up the water.

“Oh, wouldn’t it be grand to scare a whole crowd at once?” he thought aloud.

He built up speed as he approached, and let out his deepest, “RAAR!

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Ricky so very badly wants to be scary like his parents and big brothers. There’s just one problem: he’s tiny! Alas, he departs from his nest and embarks on a quest to scare at least one animal, and prove himself as a Terror Bird. But does he really have to frighten somebody to fit in, or will Ricky discover another way to belong?


Release Date

September 23, 2013


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-253127-1, 1-62253-127-2

Paperback – 978-1-62-253125-7, 1-62253-125-6

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253126-4 1-62253-126-4


Larry the LonelyLarry the Lonely

Larry lives on the beautiful island of Mauritius, but he is not happy. He’s never met another dodo bird—not in his entire life—and feels very lonely.

One day, he decides to stop moping around and embark on a journey across the island to find a friend like himself. Along the way, he meets several other animals who take an interest in his mission and offer to help.

Is Larry the very last dodo bird, or might he finally find a friend? There’s only one way to find out: join Larry in his tropical adventure in this edition of the color-illustrated Bird Brain Books series for children 4-8 years old.

The sun rose high in the sky over the beautiful island of Mauritius. Its beams of light raced their way across the sandy beaches and through the thick green forests, coming at last to visit Larry where he rested in the crook of the forest’s highest tree.

Larry yawned and waddled out onto a nearby branch, ready to greet the day.

The huge smile upon his face vanished as he realized no one was there to share the morning with him.

While doing his routine stretches, Larry searched each of the other trees in the forest, searched every inch of sand he could see upon the beach, searched the sky above, and the ground below.

No one. Nobody. Nowhere.

He was all alone.

Larry let out a long, deep sigh and whined, “Another day in paradise, and I have nobody to share it with.”

He dismounted his tree and headed toward the beach at the far end of the island.

He stood in the warm ocean water, letting it wash over his toes. It felt good, but not good enough to bring a smile to Larry’s face.

With a shake of his head in an attempt to clear out all the lonely thoughts, Larry decided to play a game. That would surely make him feel better.

Using his feet and beak, he dug a deep hole in the sand, and then traced a narrow trench connecting it to the lapping waves of the ocean.

He smiled and flapped his wings when his first hole had flooded completely. Then he built a second hole, and a third. He considered digging a fourth, but….

The game just wasn’t fun anymore. Not without somebody else to play, too.

Larry plopped down onto his feathery bottom and glanced up at the sun, which still hung high in the sky. He’d already done everything he could to fill his day, and it wasn’t even half-way over yet!

He looked down and examined his large scaly feet, then studied the gray, brown, and white feathers on his wings.

“Am I really so odd?” he asked, though no one was there to answer him. “Why am I the only one like me? Why have I never even seen another Dodo Bird? Am I the only one now? The only one ever?”

A loud splash, followed by a high-pitched clicking noise, broke Larry of his sad thoughts.

“Hi, ya! I’m Dixie. Whatcha doing today?” a smiling dolphin called as she swam in toward the shore.

Larry shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “Nothing. Just sitting here by myself, all alone, because I’m the last of the Dodo Birds and have no friends to keep me company.”

“Oh, well, that’s no fun!” Dixie squeaked as she rested her belly on the soft sand beneath the waves.

She scrunched up her face for a moment, and then startled Larry with a shout. “Hey, wait a minute! I know for a fact I’ve seen someone like you before. Why, yes, I definitely did!”

“Really?” Larry raised his head to look the dolphin in the eye. Hope began to blossom behind his sorrowful face.

“Really! Hang on a sec. I’ll be right back!” With that, Dixie the dolphin turned, did a high flip in the air, and landed back in the water with a big splash.

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Ricky so very badly wants to be scary like his parents and big brothers. There’s just one problem: he’s tiny! Alas, he departs from his nest and embarks on a quest to scare at least one animal, and prove himself as a Terror Bird. But does he really have to frighten somebody to fit in, or will Ricky discover another way to belong?


Release Date

December 2, 2013


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – 978-1-62-253127-1, 1-62253-127-2

Paperback – 978-1-62-253128-8, 1-62253-128-0

Hardcover – 978-1-62-253129-5, 1-62253-129-9



22499028Sammy Steals the Show

Sammy is a talented young cockatiel who loves to sing out of his open apartment window for all of Australia to hear. One day, he watches a reality singing competition with his human friend, Lisa, and knows that if he could just audition, he would surely win.

What follows is a masterful escape, an eventful journey to the Sydney Opera House, and an audition the crew ofSing Your Heart Out will never forget. Will Sammy take home the title of Australia’s next rising star, or will he find something more important along the way?

There’s only one way to find out: join Sammy in his humorous adventure of fame, friendship, and fun, in this edition of the color-illustrated Bird Brain Books series for children.

Sammy, a young Cockatiel, liked to sit by the open window of his apartment. The scene outside his window wasn’t very pretty, but that had never mattered to Sammy.

He had a special talent that could turn even the dreariest scene into a thing of beauty. Whenever he felt sad or bored or scared or any other type of unhappy, all he had to do was…

…puff up his chest and sing!

With just the power of his voice, he turned gray skies blue, and he turned storm clouds into white fluffy wisps. Even the ominous power lines that hung just below his window took on a new glow when Sammy’s music drifted through the air.

Always the modest little bird, he didn’t think much of his talent.

“Everything is better when you carry a song in your heart,” he would say by way of explanation.

Even when birds from all over the city flocked to Sammy’s window to hear him sing, he remained humble.

“Your voice is so beautiful,” the Rock Doves would coo merrily. “It is the nicest we have ever heard by far, and we’ve been all over this city.”

Tut, tut,” he responded. “Anyone can sing just as wonderfully. All you have to do is feel the happiness in your heart. That’s all it takes.”

Still, Sammy loved all the attention. His Rock Dove friends helped pass the day until his human friend, Lisa, returned from work.

Lisa worked long hours at her job as a waitress. Sometimes, she would leave before the sun woke up and wouldn’t return home until after it had gone back to bed.

While Sammy missed her during the day, he understood her need to work hard to keep a roof over their heads.

And no matter how tired Lisa looked when she came home, her face lit up with a huge smile the moment she laid eyes on Sammy.

You see, they were like two parts of one person—they had been best mates practically forever.

In fact, Sammy’s first memory was of Lisa. He would always cherish that special moment when he first laid eyes on her, as he huddled with his clutch of brothers and sisters in a small cage at the pet store.

Lisa came in close to the cage and waggled a finger at the baby Cockatiels. His brothers and sisters all hissed or ran off to hide at the back of the cage, but not Sammy. He sensed something special about this curious girl. Instead of trying to make her go away, Sammy stood on his tiptoes and sang a peppy little tune, inviting her to come closer still.

He watched with glee as Lisa’s eyes grew big and warm.

“Tell me what I need to make him feel at home with me,” she’d shouted toward the store keeper. “I can tell we’re going to be two peas in a pod.”

About that, she had proved to be absolutely correct.

Ever since then, they’d settled into a nice routine with one other. Each night before bed, the pair snuggled up and watched TV until Lisa became too tired to keep her eyes open another moment.

“We’ve got something special tonight, Sammy—a new show.”

His eyes grew wide as a beautiful building that looked like a white flower filled the screen, and a catchy pop song played in the background.

A moment later, the show’s host walked down a huge line of people gathered outside the building and asked each of them to sing a verse of a well-known song. Some sang beautifully, but many sounded so awful, Sammy wished he had fingers to stick in his ears and block out the noise.

The show ended when the host asked the audience, “Think you’ve got what it takes to sing your heart out? Join us at the opera house tomorrow, and prove your talent. The best singer will win—”

“Time for bed,” Lisa announced, clicking off the television set, then tucking Sammy into his cage for the night.

He cuddled into his favorite corner and tried to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the show they’d just watched. He first recalled all the good singers, and of course all the not-so-good ones. Then he thought of all the compliments the Rock Doves had paid him over the years and wondered…. What if?

What if I’m good enough to win?

I could bring happiness to so many with my voice. Wouldn’t that be a dream come true? Wouldn’t it be selfish of me to keep my voice to myself when it could brighten the day of so many others? Plus, it would be so nice to have so many people like me.

Yes, Sammy had decided. Tomorrow, he would take a trip across town and perform an audition for the show.

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Release Date

May 28, 2014


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – NEED

Paperback – 978-1-62253-131-8, 1-62253-131-0

Hardcover – 978-1-62253-132-5, 1-62253-132-9


23511657Polly Wants to be a Pirate

Polly the Sun Conure has a great life with her human friend, Eric—but she feels like something is missing. Ever since they dressed up as pirates for Halloween, Polly has longed to embrace the yo-ho yo-ho lifestyle. Luckily, little Polly has a huge imagination.

By playing make believe while Eric tends to his daily chores and homework, Polly finds herself on a series of exciting, swashbuckling adventures. This feathery tale is for anyone who has ever wished for something out of their reach, for kids who need help finding fun even when work is involved, and for those who need a reminder that an active imagination can take you anywhere you want to be!

Join Polly in her high seas adventure without ever leaving your home, and don’t forget to bring your eye patch and peg leg along for the fun.

As far as these things went, Polly the parrot had a pretty amazing life.

She had beautiful bright yellow and orange feathers that looked just like sunshine. She also had a cozy cage with a nice sturdy perch, all the yummy sunflower seeds she could eat, and a great view into her family’s back yard, which had tall trees and green shrubs, not to mention the occasional feathery visitor.

Most importantly of all, though, she got to share a bedroom with her very best friend in the whole world, an eight-year-old boy named Eric.

Polly and Eric did absolutely everything together. They played video games, did chores, got ready for school, and even went to bed at the same time each night.

In fact, whenever she got lonely, all she had to do was scream, and Eric would come rushing in to see what was the matter.

Polly loved the things she and Eric did each day, but even more than that, she loved the special things they only did every once in a while.

One day, Eric and his mom came home from school an hour late. Polly was worried until she saw the giant orange pumpkins they each carried in their arms.

Eric rushed over to Polly’s cage, and let her step up onto his hand and run up to her favorite spot atop his shoulder.

“Guess what, Polly? Tonight we’re making jack-o-lanterns for Halloween!” he cried.

And as it turned out, carving jack-o-lanterns was super fun.

About a week later, their normal routine changed again. This time, Eric came home from school a little bit early and raced into their room, clutching a giant shopping bag.

He quickly changed from his normal school clothes into an outfit Polly had never seen before.

He scrunched up his face and shouted, “Aargh! I’m a pirate!”

Polly shivered with fright. Why was her best friend yelling and acting so strange?

Eric just laughed. “It’s okay, Polly. I’m only pretending to be a pirate for Halloween. C’mon, you get to be my trusty parrot sidekick.”

Eric and Polly danced around the house. They snuck up on his mom and dad and little brother, and shouted, “Aargh!” Then they ran back out of the room and fell onto Eric’s bed in a fit of giggles.

In between playing tricks on the family, Eric told Polly all about how pirates used to roam the high seas, search for treasure, and fight with swords.

“I’ll be going on a hunt for sugary treasure tonight, Polly. It’s too bad you can’t come with me, but look! Mom picked up some special bird treats just for you!”

Polly jumped into her cage and started chomping away at the tasty assortment of seeds, yogurt-covered berries, and crackers.

Maybe she would have also enjoyed trick-or-treating with Eric, but she enjoyed her own special Halloween in her cage. In fact, this was shaping up to be one of the best days in all of her birdly life!

Her night got even better once Eric came home and dumped a pile of human treats onto his bed, joining Polly in her delicious feast and singing, “Yo-ho! Yo-ho!”

She joined in by bopping her head up and down to the beat, and Eric scritched the feathers of her neck as a reward for her being such a funny, happy girl.

They stayed up late into the night, playing make believe and enjoying their special treats.

Things went back to usual the next morning. They woke up early to get Eric ready for school, and went about their daily routine.

But Polly wasn’t ready to toss her pirate life aside. Everywhere she looked, she saw herself and Eric just as they were yesterday—dressed up as real-life pirates and leading a swashbuckling life full of fun and adventure.

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Release Date

December 2, 2014


Formats & ISBNs

eBook – NEED

Paperback – NEED

Hardcover – NEED





About the Bird Brain Books Spokesbird


Ducky is a six-year-old Sun Conure, and while he doesn’t really appreciate books beyond their perchability, he enjoys serving as spokes-bird for Novel Publicity and the Bird Brain Books. As Emlyn’s devoted avian companion, he spends most of the day perched on her shoulder while she works at the computer or reads books. He’s also recently discovered a passion for blogging.

Ducky has few interests beyond Emlyn and food, but he does appreciate good music, especially the works of Frank Sinatra, James Taylor, and Lady Gaga. If the modeling thing falls through, he plans on trying out for the reality television show So You Think You Can Dance.

You can contact Ducky through Emlyn or by emailing him at Also due to a fan protest, Ducky is now available via TwitterFacebook, and GoodReads. Yes, he is an actual bird. Yes, he does enjoy social media.


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