Chapter 49 Flying Pigeon Seven Four Eight

I saved a little pigeon. Once, on the eve of a typhoon, I was going to temporarily move the bonsai on the balcony to the house for shelter, but I saw a pigeon by the small door, its body was soaked, its eyes were closed, its neck was shrunk, and it was squatting there trembling, looking at it like that Yu couldn't hold it anymore. I said to the pigeon: "Why don't you go to my house to rest first, and when you have strength, go after the typhoon is over!" Then I picked it up, and it didn't struggle or move at all. Only then did I realize that it was wearing a racing pigeon anklet with the words "Meigui 748" written on it.

I first used a towel to dry the pigeon, and found that its physical strength was too weak, so I force-fed it some grains and let it rest at home. This time the storm lasted for two days. Every time I looked at "Megui 748", I thought that if the door hadn't been opened to move the bonsai, the pigeon must have died in the wind and rain. We raised Meigui for a week, and we decided to let her go until her feathers were shiny and she seemed to be in good health. When we opened the door, "Megui 748" lingered by the door for a long time, and my son said, "Just go! You are welcome to come and play as long as you like."

The gray pigeon grunted, flapped its wings and flew away, disappearing in a blink of an eye. From then on, almost every afternoon, the pigeon would fly back to play. If the balcony door was open, it would go to the study and fly around by itself. Watch me write on the desk! Gray Pigeon became friends with us, and my son decided to name it. I said: What should I call it? " The child said, "Let's call it 748! Because its ankle ring is 748, I hope it can fly faster than 747!" As I was writing this article, Qisiba was circling around me to attract my attention. Indeed, sentient beings also have extremely delicate emotions, but we usually cannot perceive them!

It flies here every day of July, 48, and then flies away. Every time I look at its back when it goes away, I think sadly: One day, it will fly away and never come back.