Since I was a child, I have loved magpies and said that magpies are mascots, and I have hated magpies especially since I raised chickens
Happy uncle of Sannong
Since childhood, I have heard adults say that magpies are mascots, and magpies will come to the house when they are at home. So I've been fond of magpies since I can remember, and I like the cries of magpies, also because I heard adults say that magpies will come to the house as soon as they call. When I was two years old, I heard the magpie call me every morning and ran to the door to see the magpie, and then ran to my mother and said magpie, and my mother may not understand. Soon my mother and grandma got angry and drank pesticides and left. Since then, I have loved watching magpies every day and listening to the calls of magpies. When I was three years old, I grew up with my father and brother, who went out to play every day, and I was alone in front of the house watching magpies. One morning a lot of magpies were chattering in the trees at the door, waking me up, and I ran to the door happily to see several magpies calling at the door. I ran in and told my father that the magpies were calling, thinking that there were going to be guests in the house. Because when I was a child, my family was very poor and did not eat, and if the guests came to the house, they would bring sugar and biscuits. Sometimes magpies call and really come to guests, so I especially believe that there are many magpies calling at the door and will come to guests.
Working outside the home, because he could not go to work because of the herniated waist disc, he came back to raise hundreds of chickens at home. The bigger chickens I just bought at the beginning were raised and fortunately didn't die or have anything to eat. Later, I bought 200 chickens online, because they were too small, and one morning I found that the chickens were eaten by something and their heads were bitten off. I wonder if it is a snake that eats, and a snake eats a chicken that should be swallowed. Then I suspected that the weasel ate it, and I felt that the weasel should be able to take it away and eat it again, or it should steal the chicken at night. Then I thought that it was the eagle who ate it, and I didn't see an eagle for a day. Only seven or eight magpies were chattering in the trees and didn't pay attention. The next day, after going to bed at noon, I took a nap to see the chicks and found a chick wading on the wall of the pigsty. Then I counted the chicks and lost thirty more. I was counting the chicks in the tent, I heard the chicks outside calling, turned my head and saw magpies eating chicks outside. My goodness used to be magpies eating chicks, and it turned out that magpies were also natural enemies of chicks, and since that day I have seen magpies pick up stones and throw them at magpies. Now the cries of magpies are especially old fire. Do you still think magpies are mascots? I hate magpies now anyway.
