Conversation

[I]

"I was sitting in front of my computer cracking my ears when I heard the bright voice of "Ash" on the balcony again. "I was sitting in front of my computer cracking my ears.

Ash is a pigeon, named after its light gray feathers. It has been more than half a year since this guy with small round black eyes and a light red beak came to my house.

[Ash].

Hello everyone! I am one of the millions of pigeons. Where did I come from? I can't remember in which country (I: still international), which province, which city, which road, which village, which number, and which room. Ask me who my name is. I am "peaceful", "silent", but listen to the current owner to see me "Ash", "Ash ", which is not poetic at all. I don't think so. Bullying me all over with ash!!! Me

My current nest is a square surrounded by many long white strips, which are so solid that I can't help it even if I use all my strength. What makes me speechless is that there is a pink bowl inside the cube, which is used for eating. Come on, people are now boys alas when they grow up to be pure men, how can you use such a small girl's things? -_-... sweating like rain, who will give me an umbrella?

[I]

This Ash was brought to me from the countryside by my grandmother when she came to my house. The first thing he did when he came to my house: was cut his wings (just a little) - to prevent him from "not knowing the big city" and thinking that he was still in the countryside and wanted to embrace the blue sky. After quitting his "flying addiction", he was put into a white cage specially prepared for him. He looked very curious, pecking and nibbling, and even using his head to push his pink rice bowl. The first time I fed Ash, I put my hand in the cage and he lifted his paws and said, "Don't come near me, I'm going to do it". I glared at it: "Good intentions for the lungs of a donkey", angry me also ~ ~ ~

One thing I didn't know before I met Ash was that pigeons are picky eaters. To improve Ash's diet, I sometimes grab a handful of rice and put it in the cage, but he never accepts my kindness but prefers beans, wheat, and other things, which I do not understand.

[Ash]

My master's hand is half the size of my body! It's incredible! When she fed me for the first time, I couldn't help but lift my paw to compare it with hers, but she stared at me so viciously that I'm still confused and still have palpitations every time she comes to feed me.

For eating, I am a very good researcher! Now is the twenty-first century, and people talk about eating coarse food, I am also considered a "hip pigeon", so reject the rice. I support coarse food!

[Me and Ash]

I squatted by the cage, ran my hand over Ash's feathers, and had a conversation with him, even though I knew we might not be talking about the same thing...

[Me]: " Ash, are you still comfortable in my house?"

[Ash]: "Master, why are your hands so big?"

[Me]: "Ash, do you remember the feeling of flying in the blue sky?"

[Ash]: "Master, I don't eat rice, I don't like pink."

[I]: "Ash, do you want to live here forever?"

[Ash]: "Master, I don't want to change my name because, well, you call it nice."