Prose on feeding birds

A few days ago in beginning of winter last year, my wife brought back three birds from my classmate's painting and calligraphy shop together with their cages. I woke up in my dream the next morning, and the beautiful birdsong washed away the endless traffic, which was an indescribable novelty that my eyes touched and my pores felt.

Seriously, I didn't agree when my wife brought the bird back. On the one hand, birds are the favorite things of old classmates. They are calligraphers. Flower-and-bird painting and calligraphy belong to the same category, and the clarity of bird singing may add a little touch to Mo Xiang. Both, I always thought that keeping birds is different from keeping pets such as cats and dogs, and it needs leisure and elegance. My wife and I are still longing for it.

Regarding the previous question, my wife argued that my calligrapher classmate was close to two cages with four big birds, and her singing was wonderful, so she said it herself and gave her three birds. For the latter, think about it, "leisure" can be "stolen"; "Elegance" can be cultivated by raising birds.

Three birds have three colors, one yellow, one green and one blue. The head is like a sparrow, but the beak is curved, like an eagle; Twitter and chirp are no different from sparrows. I don't think these three birds are parrots. I have seen parrots on TV. Not only can they learn to speak, but they are also much bigger. Therefore, calligraphers are greatly unhappy. He stopped the brush in his hand and shouted at me, "That's the barking starling." Parrot or starling, as far as the basic food needs such as millet and clear water are concerned, I think the species of birds are definitely not precious. But then again, these three birds are colorful, mottled and beautiful, with slender bodies and dark eyes, so that they are lively and elegant between movement and static.

The experience of raising birds is not unheard of. When I was a child, when my parents came back from hoeing, they occasionally brought back a nest of bird eggs, no more than four. They were big and pointed, and the big ones often had spots. I always rush to take the eggs out of the steaming steamer first. If it is four, my brother and I will take two each. If you have three, offer them to your brother. It is undoubtedly the most exquisite and exquisite food in memory. When I went out to pick pig grass during the summer vacation, most of my thoughts were actually looking for a nest. In that season, I either found an empty nest or a bird about to leave the nest. Tits are stubborn by nature, so they hunger strike against your domestication. They worked hard to catch grasshoppers, put them in their mouths and spit them out, but they had to get up early the next day to send them back to their original places.

When learning to climb a wall, digging a sparrow's nest has become the greatest pleasure in summer. Because I often listen to my father's chanting: the millet in the private plot makes the "fan" of the family dam (commonly known as sparrow) empty; In order to prevent the sparrow from spoiling the food he was about to eat, he even pierced the scarecrow himself. At that time, I didn't have any affection for sparrows, and I regarded digging sparrows' nests as an extermination behavior. Revenge belongs to revenge, hatred belongs to hatred, in the final analysis, eating birds' eggs and catching birds to play is still the root cause of climbing high walls. Different from tits, sparrows live by humans and have deep roots with humans, so they are called "home" sparrows. The newly hatched baby bird is hairless, red, with a protruding head, which is ugly. You just whistle and shake your finger in front of it, and it will open its ugly mouth and wait for a long time. Most of the sparrows I have fed were killed by grasshoppers.

As expected, about a month later, my wife pointed to all kinds of feathers swept out from the corner of the balcony and under the sofa. She was very angry and said that she would give the bird away. During that time, I was used to the existence of birds. Especially when I am at home on Saturday and Sunday, I have a cup of green tea, singing birds, leaning back against the sofa, holding a book, carefree and completely forgetting myself. Occasionally interested in graffiti, I am tired of typing. I stretched myself, got up and walked on the balcony window to watch birds. Three birds, confined to the square inch, play, shout, jump up and down, agile and light. Birds enjoy themselves, and viewers enjoy themselves. In order to make the birds sing in the clear moon, to make the birds lively and lovely, to make the birds pleasing to the eye, and to keep the birds a little poetic in their living space more than ten meters above the ground, I have to take the initiative to feed the birds.

Feeding birds doesn't require much work. Before going to work in the morning, check the rice pot and the water pot. After changing, tie the birdcage outside the balcony. When I come back from work at night, the first thing to do is to take the birdcage home. It's very cold at night, and I'm worried that birds will freeze to death. Leisure every Saturday or Sunday, clean the cage regularly. That's all. Ever since I found birds scrambling to peck at pineapple leaves in cages one morning, I often put some leaves in cages, and birds are happy to change their tastes.

The wife is just talking, and she may not want to give the bird away herself. When we go back to our hometown in the New Year, we put the birds at my aunt's house to feed them. I don't know when I would have forgotten the bird if my wife hadn't reminded me. After the Lantern Festival, we went to my aunt's house to take the bird home. One Sunday in early March, I concentrated on code words in front of the computer. My wife who watered the flowers on the balcony smiled and pointed to the birdcage outside the window and repeatedly called me.

The prophet of duck warming in the spring river is a portrayal of Jiangnan. Spring in northern Saibei comes late ― that's because we are insensitive. Look at those two birds. They survived the cold wind and accepted the majestic spring tide in the sun. On the roof of Xiao Mu, two birds, one green and one blue, turned around, crossed their necks and bit their beaks intently, completely ignoring their own kind-the yellow bird, isolated on the fence, chirping. Love, jealousy, and the natural attributes of creatures are vividly reflected in the three birds. Later, while feeding Xiaomi, I noticed an interesting phenomenon. The yellow ones can only peck near the rice jar when the jade bird and kingfisher have finished eating. Blue birds cling to important places and occupy food cans, and their curved beaks are not warm to yellow birds; But the kingfisher who loves it is very protective.

Then one day, I found a thin and bright bird egg lying in the corner of the cage. Yes, this is another surprise. The calligrapher suggested that I go to the bird market to buy a bird's nest. I have never been to Bird Market, and I am too lazy to go. I found a thin wire and made the frame of the bird's nest. I grabbed a handful of hay leaves on the lawn downstairs and tied them to the barbed wire with a needle and thread. A round and practical bird's nest was made. I fixed the homemade bird's nest in a corner of the cage and put the eggs in the nest with chopsticks to lure the birds. When I was a child, my mother always left an egg in the woodbasket so that the hen wouldn't throw it anywhere else. However, the bird doesn't understand. When he came home at noon the next day, there was another bird egg on the bottom corner of the cage. What is even more incredible is that the elaborate bird's nest was torn off by the bird's beak, and the eggs in the bird's nest leaked out from under the wire rack and fell into the dry and scattered grass leaves.

When tearing down the bird's nest, I smiled to myself: what an unrealistic idea it is to hatch birds. Even if caged birds can hatch young birds, what can they be fed? I am not who I was when I was a child. Even urchins, this reinforced concrete city, can't catch grasshoppers there. People sometimes can't help but forget themselves, so that even their own environment is completely forgotten, daydreaming without evidence.

After May Day, the weather became extremely hot. The wife suggested putting the birdcage in the basket outside the kitchen window. This proposal has two advantages. First, put it outside the window of the north building to protect birds from the sun, and you can also enjoy a gentle bath in the afternoon sun. Second, the cage is placed in the vegetable basket, which saves the hanging procedure of adding vegetables and changing water for cleaning. In fact, my wife was also inspired by the West Lake on the fifth floor.

After May Day, a bamboo birdcage was added to the basket on the fifth floor of the West Lake. A lark was fed in the cage. It was gray and ugly, but the cry made me stand at the window and downstairs several times. Bring my thoughts back to the mountains of my hometown, clear blue sky, soft white clouds and melodious birds singing in the breeze. It is a song of flying freely, a movement of spring, and a poem praising life.

"The birds upstairs sing beautifully." Seeing the different voices, the wife sighed discontentedly at her three birds. Feet long, inches short, things are not beautiful. Although the three parrots don't have golden voices for singing, their beautiful bodies are enough to make larks feel ashamed. Three birds twittering, not to be outdone; The lark upstairs seems to be showing off its voice and singing nonstop, making the building more peaceful.

The days passed quietly and busily with the sound of happy birds singing. In mid-July, I attended a training class organized by the city to study in Shanxi, which was another unexpected business opportunity after my trip to Jiangnan in March. It goes without saying that I am excited to put down my work, get out of the wooden box and relax outside. Just on the way, I always feel that I forgot something when I left home. The fourth morning, I received a phone call from my wife in a hotel in Taiyuan, telling me that two birds had died. It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to tell my wife to take care of the bird when I left.

When I come back from a business trip, I go downstairs and habitually look up. The birdcage was still in the vegetable basket outside the window. When I lit it alone, I exposed the barbed wire-the yellow bird, standing on the bar in the cage. For the two dead birds, the wife was more or less guilty, repeatedly arguing that it suddenly rained that afternoon, and the two birds may have been killed by the rain. I know very well that birds are smart, and the hut in the cage is enough for three birds to shelter from the rain. If it rains, it shouldn't be the yellow bird that survived. Besides, the tarpaulin I put on the top of the cage is fine. In those days, I looked at the lonely bird shadow in the cage and listened to the lonely cry of the yellow bird, always thinking of the warm and touching scene of the pair of birds.

Blaming doesn't help. The only way to make up for it is to take care of this surviving "leftover bird".

Without two partners competing for food and playing, the bird is lazy and listless. And the food intake is not proportional to three birds. If you add rice once, it will still be half a can after three or four days. The same is true of water. It's hard to say whether the falling water was drunk by birds or evaporated by sunlight. When I came back at noon one day, a bird song made me look up. It's obviously just the bird in the cage, but it sounds like several birds are arguing and answering questions. My eyes subconsciously turned to the west-I didn't care when the bamboo birdcage and the lark in the cage disappeared with the sweet birdsong outside the fifth floor window.

You should give the bird a companion! When the bluebird and kingfisher were around, our friends criticized us for not caring. Even the song sings "birds in the tree are in pairs", but we have the heart to let the three birds be in the same space, so that the lonely one can only envy the gentleness of his companions. Three birds, two died in pairs. Is there a double suicide in this? The idea just flashed by.

Three birds in a cage, I didn't start it. However, it is hard for me to apologize for making caged birds feel more lonely or even sad. The biggest problem with matching birds is that they don't know the gender, so they are reprimanded by calligraphers. "You mentioned the birds in the bird market, let a person to pair. Just because you don't know the nature of birds doesn't mean that no one in the world knows the nature of birds! " Accompanying birds is thought of and mentioned again and again, forgotten and shelved again and again, and gradually becomes indifferent and numb, paying less and less attention to the loneliness of birds. In late autumn, the weather turned from cold to cold, the windows opened less, and the birds gradually faded out of their auricles. On Saturday, 2008 1 1 month 1 day, my wife went back to her hometown and I rested at home. When cooking at noon and opening the window to get green onions, I didn't look at the birds in the birdcage, and the board at the bottom corner of the birdcage fell away for no reason. I saw it in the round hole: the bird was lying in the cabin with its eyes closed.

That lunch was very unpleasant, and my mind was full of birds' shadows and sounds. I've been busy recently, so busy that I forgot the existence of the birds. I am so busy that I can't feel it without the sound of nature in my life. Really can't be a reason. Think about it, it is better to give away three birds as his wife said. After the death of two lovers, they also had the idea of releasing the solitary bird, but they gave up because they were worried that the bird could not adapt to the free space outside the cage. ..... Come on, dying in a cage is the fate of three birds.

At night, I threw the birdcage into the garbage bin on the roadside.

Pedestrians and vehicles. Noisy overlap, lights staggered, an endless stream.