The cabbage gang that was raised has been living [black line] for more than ten days, which is not easy, it is not easy for me to raise, it is not easy for him to live.
I was a man who couldn't do anything. I have raised Guanyin, and I have never seen him drip water again, because I did not know that his basin was soaked with water; I had a cactus, so I kept him next to the computer, and finally I was depressed, and I braided because of lack of water, because I didn't know that drought-tolerant plants also needed water; I raised ginseng fruit, I went to the balcony to get clothes, slipped and fell, smashed half dead; Finally raise only a small white text... I cried for days.
Speaking of this bird, that was my heart at the time. Dad didn't know where to get a red-billed white bird, in the cage, jumping up and down, taking what I liked, taking millet, and started my bird training journey.
At first it was afraid of me, and when it saw me coming, it hid, reached out and didn't hit the smiley face, and it was almost only able to eat, so feeding it became my job, and finally as long as I came, it would no longer hide, and it would wait for me at the door, until one day I helped it open the "big" door, yes, I wanted to free it, I didn't want it in this small cage.
It was only the inherent thinking that it felt that the cage was the safest, and it refused to come out, so I put the millet outside, and then hid itself, at first it was also afraid, looking around, no one dared to come out, and then the door was always open, I stood outside the door, it stood in the doorway, looking at each other, I held out my small hand, it actually jumped on my hand. After that it will no longer only be the cage that home.
I brought it a small basin, fed it water, found it pricked a fierce child, wet itself, it turned out that it wanted to take a bath, so in exchange for a larger basin, it washed more cheerfully.
Later, it can jump randomly, and it can always leave its "footprints" on the ground. But I found that it can't fly, it will only jump forward, so I write my homework in the living room, pull the rice in the toilet, I will call his name, (yes, it is called Xiaobai) Slowly it will not just jump over, and occasionally it will fly to my shoulders and fly to my feet to accompany me. Until my grandmother and grandfather moved to my house...
