The Blue Egg and the Talking Bird

A blue egg.. Isn't it wonderful.....

I also saw this egg under an ornamental tree in our yard. (I said an egg, but I saw an eggshell. Ah...,.) I couldn't imagine it.. Really.. Beautiful color... Which bird owns the egg?

Can you even imagine that this egg belongs to her? Beautiful blue color.. (Oh, I thought that all eggs are white or gray.. Chicken eggs are light pink and white, aren't they.....).

Anyway, when I saw this eggshell, I was a little curious about it..

Okay....You came to the nest in the tree..When I saw it, I couldn't even imagine that the owner of this blue egg was her.

So, um...there are so many of them in our yard. There is a small, .. His sweet singing .. It's like he's saying thank you to us. .

He's alone most of the time .. I thought he was very happy even though he was alone .. That's how happy he was singing ...

I don't know why I've heard .. that seeing him is bad luck. I don't know if it's true or not .. Oh my god .. He's not bad luck to us in any way .. He's a very beautiful and innocent bird .

He was a clown..

So, he came up with another funny story.. He knows this one very well.. I don't need to introduce myself.. I don't need to...

But I have to tell you a little funny story.. About me and him..(We have a story about you and him... I thought so.. No, no.. I'm not the one you thought, please... ) So this is the story..

Oh my God... Sometimes I also get strange desires.. (Are you crazy, kids... Don't think anything..) Do you know what?.. That's when I feel like talking to the birds that come to our yard..

(They don't talk, it's a different story.. I feel like talking.. (Are you crazy, please?) Not always... Sometimes... I don't even know.. I'm talking.. Not just laughing..

Sometimes without knowing The volume is high..(Sometimes even the housemates come and wait with their mouths open in fear..and that's not enough, they laugh like crazy.)

So. Listen... One day I was sitting on the porch of my house..ah...let me tell you later..I forgot to tell you..even though our yard is small, there are fruit trees.. .That's why our yard is like a small bird village for a while. (Ah.. so.. where did I stop..um.. okay)

Here he came..he came to the kamaranga tree. I waited for a while. Let's just say that I suddenly felt the urge to talk to those birds. (Not only birds, but also dogs, cats, chickens, goats, cows, and pigs. In short, I saw them talking to pigs too... because those animals were in our house when we were little.) Now, off topic again.

I just got into a conversation with my friend in the tree. "Pettho...did you eat rice?" I asked him several times. Here's a joke. The one in the tree, Kamaranga, also... "Pettho ate rice... Pettho ate rice." He replied and asked me, "Pettho ate rice."

He also asked me. This is true. I couldn't think of anything at that time... Why on earth is that something that can be thought of? I couldn't help but be surprised that they answered what I asked because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

Somehow, the ongoing discussion ended when he came closer to me and climbed onto the chair I was sitting on.. Oh, the happiness I felt at that time.

After that, he was with me. When I was in the kitchen, he was in the kitchen.. When I was watching TV in the living room, he was in the living room.. He could talk very well..(This is not like us, so.. he talks in his own way..,) He would fly everywhere in our house..

He enjoyed his freedom in a wonderful way. When he flew outside, I was very afraid that someone would catch him and take away his freedom. After a while, he came to see me less often.. But after one day, he disappeared.. No matter how much I waited, he never came back. Maybe he found a friend of his own kind..I don't know if that's true. I was very sad because he didn't come back.

Even today, their group comes to our fruit trees. You know...I still call them "Chuti Petho.." when I see them. I think I will hear him come back again and say "Chuti Petho ate rice". It's an unforgettable memory.

So, you too, try talking to your friends who come to your house in your free time.. It's a great relief to feel.. Spend some time with nature.

Talk to them..Maybe you will also find a beautiful lover like me..

So that's the story of him and me. Chuti Petho..I still love you... It's written in my heart that way.