Chapter 25 Listen to the birds in the morning

Every morning I wake up to the sound of birds.I lay in bed and listened quietly, and I could identify about seven or eight kinds of birds.There is a kind of bird cry like a sneer.There is a bird cry like howling.There is also a kind of bird called like a little girl bickering, chirping, trivial, and the parents are short-tempered. It seems that they all regard themselves as princesses and their opponents as stinky maids. Hehehe, hehehe, hehehe - this is probably what the locals call "knowing chicken mother". It is the labor number on the construction site.They never stop carrying bags or ramming, maybe they are exhausted?

I know very few birds, and I can only distinguish the most common sparrows, partridges, swallows and magpies.There is a kind of bird whose eyebrows are yellow, blue and black, bright and colorful, as if stitched with needles and stitches. It must be what people call thrushes.The other kind has many yellow feathers and often lives on my windowsill. It must be the common oriole described by the ancients.The farmer also taught me a kind of "iron whistle".They are black all over and not much bigger than tree cicadas. They often perch densely on a reed, like a long string of candied haws swaying in the wind, more like a long line of children enjoying a seesaw.

But they are not celebrating Children's Day at this time, they are just enduring the hunger before the meal, staring at the grains in the chicken farm wholeheartedly, hoping that the chickens will leave the table quickly and let them eat two bites. Every time I pass by the vegetable garden, the sound of footsteps will startle a few big fat guys, suddenly take off from the melon shed and bean stand, and flash into the tall tree crowns.There is no doubt that they are pheasants, especially in autumn when they are fat and thick, and the heavy meat bullets pull out black lights, making a lot of noise.I couldn't see them clearly, but I heard them screaming in the leaves, probably angry at my sudden intrusion just now.

Dude, how about some shit on his head? ...I can almost understand their yelling. At one point our vegetable garden was in crisis due to too many birds and was barely sustainable.Especially in the early spring, when the green rookie birds come, they are innumerable, and the sky is completely dark.My beans have been planted three times, but there are still few seeds and seedlings left.Under the hungry birds, the vegetable garden has become their public canteen, and there are very few leftovers.Later, we dispatched two scarecrows with teeth and claws, pulled up a large net to prevent birds and seedlings, covered the branches and leaves to prevent birds and seeds, and took various air defense measures in place one after another. The most dangerous germination period of melons and vegetables.

It is also a good way to find a few broken straw hats to wear in the bushes.But this method scares both birds and humans.A friend from the city couldn't help but look nervous when he entered the courtyard of my house, because he caught a glimpse of the straw hats shining in the jungle, thinking that there were ambushes everywhere, and a bloody battle might happen at any time. He said that a hungry man does not know when he is full. He has lived in the city for so many years, and he only knows the regret of not having birds, but he does not know the sorrow of having too many birds.