
Pearl bird
It's nice! My friend gave me a pair of pearl birds. In a simple bamboo cage, with a roll of hay inside, it was a cozy, warm nest for the bird.
Some say it is a fearful bird.
I hung it in the window. There was also a very luxuriant French spider plant there, so I covered the cage with its long hanging tendrils with small green leaves. They seemed as safe as hiding in a deep jungle, and the delicate and bright whistling from the plant made them feel very relaxed and comfortable.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, through which half of the tiny fingernail leaves of the chlorophytum were dark and half were illuminated, like jasper. The shadows of the birds flickered in the middle, and I could not see them completely, sometimes even the cage, but I could see their lovely little red beaks sticking out of the green leaves.
I seldom pushed aside the leaves to look at them, and gradually they dared to put out their little heads to look at me. That's how we got to know each other.
At the end of three months, a shrill, delicate cry came from within the growing mass of green vine. I guess they have chicks. Me? Never lift the leaf to look in, even when adding food and water, also do not open curious eyes to disturb them. After a while, a small head peeped out from among the leaves. Even smaller, baby! It was this little fellow!
It is small and can easily slip through the open cage. See, how like its mother? Red mouth red feet, gray-blue hair, but the back has not been born pearl like small round white spots. He was so fat that his whole body looked like a fluffy ball.
At first the little fellow moved only about the cage; then he flew about the house, alighting on the cupboards, and standing proudly on the shelves, pecking at the names of the great writers on the backs of books; For a moment he knocked the lamp cord back and forth, and then jumped on the frame. When the big bird gave an angry cry, it flew back to its cage.
I do not care about it, so long, opened the window, it only stood on the window frame for a while, never fly out.
Gradually it became bold and landed on my desk.
Seeing that I was not going to hurt it, it inched closer to me. Then it jumped up to my cup, bent its head down to drink its tea, and turned its face to see my reaction. I just smiled and went on writing. Then it moved onto the paper, hopping around the nib of my pen, scratching the paper with its red PAWS.
I wrote quietly, enjoying the little fellow's closeness. In this way, it is completely relieved, simply with the wax coated, horny little red beak, "da da" peck my quivering nib. When I stroked its fine fur, it was not afraid. Instead, it pecked my fingers in a friendly way.
Once it even jumped into my empty teacup and looked at me through the clear glass. It is not afraid that I should suddenly put my hand over the cup. No, I can't.
During the day, it keeps me company so naughtily; When it was getting dark, it flew to the cage in the repeated call of its parents, twisted its round body and squeezed through the green leaves.
One day, when I was writing at my desk, it fell on my shoulder. The pen in my hand stopped, afraid to scare it away. After a while, I turned my head and saw that the little creature was asleep on my shoulder, its silver-gray eyelids covering its eyes and its red feet covered by the long fluff of its chest. I gently lift a shoulder, it did not wake up, sleep well! And making a riotous noise. Was it a dream?
As I nib, I pour out my momentary feeling:
Trust, often create a beautiful state.
Pearl bird introduction:
Mountain pearl named zebra finch, alias also called brocade bird, brocade bird, pearl bird, small pearl, brocade sparrow and so on. Jinshan pearl bird is a passerine plum bird family, native to tropical forests in eastern Australia and Eastern Indonesia. Our country was introduced by Australia in the fifties of the twentieth century, and has bred many varieties such as camel, white and color. Jinshan pearl feathers bright, small and exquisite body demon, lively and light movement, very lovely, is now becoming the world many countries raise ornamental birds.



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