Pearl bird
Very good! My friend gave me a pair of pearl birds. Put it in a simple bamboo cage with a roll of hay inside, which is a comfortable and warm nest for birds.
Some people say that this is a scary bird.
I hung it in front of the window. There is also a particularly lush pot of French chlorophytum, so I covered the birdcage with vines of chlorophytum with small green leaves. They are as safe as hiding in a deep jungle, and the thin, bright sound from inside is particularly relaxed.
Sunlight shines through the window. Through here, countless fingernail-shaped leaflets of Chlorophytum are semi-black and translucent, like jasper, and the business is lush. The shadow of the bird flickered faintly in the middle, completely invisible. Sometimes they can't even see the cage, but they can see their lovely bright red mouths sticking out of the green leaves.
I seldom pull open the vines to look at them, and they gradually dare to stick out their little heads to look at me. We got to know each other a little.
Three months later, among the more and more lush green vines, there was a sharp and delicate call. I guess they have a child. What about me? Never lift the leaves to look in, and don't disturb them with curious eyes when adding food and water. Not long after, suddenly a little head emerged from among the leaves. Smaller, fish! It's this little guy!
Although it is small, it can easily get out of the sparse cage. Look, how much like its mother? The red mouth and feet are gray and Miki Sayaka, but the round white spots like pearls have not yet appeared on the back. It is so fat that its whole body looks like a furry ball.
At first, the little guy just walked around the cage. Later, he flew around the room, landed on the top of the cabinet for a while, and stood proudly on the bookshelf for a while, pecking at the names of the great writers on the back of the book. I knocked on the light rope for a while, and then jumped into the frame. As long as the big bird cries angrily in the cage, it will fly back to the cage at once.
I don't care about this. After such a long time, once the window is opened, it will only stand on the window frame for a while at most and never fly out.
Gradually it became bolder and landed on my desk.
At first, it was far away from me. When I didn't hurt it, it approached, then jumped on my cup, bent down to drink tea, and then turned around to see my reaction. I just smiled and continued to write, and it boldly ran to the manuscript paper, jumping around my pen, and the beating little red paw squeaked on the paper.
I wrote quietly, enjoying the intimacy of this little guy silently. In this way, it was completely relieved, and simply pecked at my trembling nib with its sallow and horny little red mouth. I touched its delicate fluff with my hand, but it was not afraid. Instead, it pecked my finger twice in a friendly way.
Once, it actually jumped into my empty teacup and looked at me through the transparent shiny glass. I'm not afraid that I will suddenly cover the cup. No, I will not.
During the day, it accompanied me so naughty; At dusk, it flew into the cage with the repeated calls of its parents, twisted its round body and squeezed the green leaves into it.
One day, when I was writing on my desk, it actually fell on my shoulder. The pen in my hand stopped unconsciously for fear of running away from it. After a while, I turned my head and saw this little guy asleep on my shoulder. His eyes were covered with silver-gray eyelids, and his little red feet were just covered with long hairs on his chest. I lifted my shoulder gently, but it didn't wake up and slept soundly! Still sipping your mouth, are you dreaming?
I started writing, and now my feelings are streaming down:
Trust often creates a beautiful realm.