The ginkgo tree outside the window is the paradise of the little sparrow. Every day, they gather on the ginkgo biloba and chirp and rejoice. Whether it is discussion or calling friends and attracting companions, it has not stopped anyway. Although I live in the city, it is like being in a set of nature, there are flowers to smell, birds to hear.
The cherry blossom tree next to the ginkgo biloba is full of smiling faces, ready to welcome the baptism of spring light. Only my succulents, before they could free themselves from the cold of winter, began to accept the ravages of the sparrows.
There should be no one as broken as my flesh! All of Alan was hurt to varying degrees. To be precise, it is the hypertrophic succulents of all leaves that are injured to varying degrees.
It's been a few years since I've been raising succulents, and it's the first time I've been injured like this. Grow a leaf, peck a piece, this spring, as if there is no hope.
Quietly approaching at night, pecking at my succulents, while listening vigilantly, it is not easy to be a bird! In their opinion, the succulents planted on the roof of my building have not moved indoors, or they have not belonged. Driven by hunger, he had to peck at the green succulent leaves. What could be more important than surviving?
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