I had heard that there were many gray starlings in the woodland.
I thought, gray starling's sharp beak, gray back, and black from afar, what's there to see? But by chance, I watched a TV video about gray starlings, and I couldn't resist any longer, and decided to go and see for myself. One afternoon, my companion and I came to the forest.
Got out of the car and walked gently into the forest. The brownish-red fallen leaves of the sequoia laid a layer of gorgeous velvet carpet on the earth, and it was soft to walk on it.
We chose our spot and waited for the starlings to return. It was surprisingly quiet.
Nearly a hundred acres of lush bamboo forest on both sides of the road, contrasting with the tall artificial acacia forest in the southern section. My companion suddenly shouted, "Gray starlings!" I cocked my head and looked southwest, and sure enough there were many black dots moving this way - gray starlings began to return to the forest.
At first, it was a small group of small groups flying over, circling, one after another into the acacia forest. In a few minutes, the "large force" will come in the air, and you can hear their cries from afar.
Most of them are flying in formation. Some of them formed a queue hundreds of meters long, some surrounded by a huge oval, a batch of a batch, and flew over our heads.
The birds that came back first kept chirping in the forest, as if they were talking to each other about the day's sightings and harvests, and as if they were calling out to their companions and sons and daughters who hadn't returned.
The sun is sinking in the west, and the evening sun reflects the sky and the acacia and bamboo forests. There are fewer and fewer birds in the sky, but the gray starlings throughout the forest are still reluctant to sleep too early.
Look, a few of them have just landed on the branches, and a few of them are flying up immediately. Their feathers all turned golden red, how like a maiden in full costume dancing wow! Inside and outside the woods, birds are singing, calling friends, twittering, like a waterfall into a deep stream, such as the waves beat the shore, the whole acacia forest and bamboo forest into a natural club.
These tens of thousands of gray starlings are holding a grand gala, or celebrating their own holiday? Why else would they be so lively? I was so infected by this noisy and enthusiastic scene that I couldn't help cheering. On the way back, I thought: birds are friends of mankind, the woods are a paradise for birds.
Without the hard work of forest workers, without these years of large-scale afforestation, where do I go to watch the birds return to the forest of the spectacular scene?
2. Write an essay on birdsThe Call of the Birds
On a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, the birds lost their lovely home because of the wanton felling of trees. The birds met on a long journey to find a new home. "When can we find a new home?" The geese said bitterly, "I have flown over Europe, America, and Asia ...... But there is not even a decent piece of jungle!" The birds said, "When can we get back our warm home! We've lost our beautiful paradise, and it's all because of mankind!" The birds scrambled to speak. The beautiful Peacock Princess sadly said, "I used to have a beautiful feathers, colorful, everyone praised, but now, I face, dirty and mangy, grey, even the broom sweeping the floor is not as good, I have what face open screen ah!" The peacock hung his head helplessly, and would never raise it again. The woodpecker said impatiently, "My situation is no better than yours. I haven't pecked at the trees for days, and after a few days of not eating bugs, I'm about to faint from hunger! With the trees gone, my beak is no longer useful!" The woodpecker opened his long, dry, cracked beak and huffed and puffed. The gray finch said excitedly, "What a wonderful home we used to have. The trees were lush, the grass was full of flowers, and the birds were singing, alas! Now, everything has changed, and it will never be the same again!" "I used to have a very happy home, but I had just hatched my baby out when the merciless flood washed away my home, and my baby, who was still waiting to be fed, watched to be swallowed up by the flood! My poor baby!" The mother swallow cried, in pain. The flock of birds couldn't help crying out. They cried and shouted, "Humans! Pay back our homes! Pay back our paradise!" However, their cries were soon drowned out by the black smoke and yellow sand. They searched and looked forward, and in the distance, they seemed to see a big tree in the sky, and they flew over as hard as they could, alas! It turned out to be a row of poles. Hope was dashed once again
3. 求关于小鸟的作文,写小鸟的作文Strong Bird About 600 Words
Early in the morning, I stood at the window and breathed in the fresh air, and from time to time stretched out my hands and bent over. Suddenly, a little bird flew over and landed on the window. I felt very curious. So I wanted to get close to it and play with it. I quietly approached it and tried to touch it with my hand. At that moment, I thought the little bird would fly away immediately. So, I tried to retract my hand. But it was so strange that the bird didn't fly away. So, I felt relieved and gently stroked its feathers with my hand. It still didn't fly away. While I was stroking its feathers, it started shivering. It also pecked and pecked my hand with its little beak from time to time. Later, when it saw that I meant it no harm, it came closer to my side. Ah, what a cute little bird! What a funny little bird!
I looked at it, and it looked at me, and the bird's eyes were full of longing and begging. How it wanted my help! I could see it inside the bird's eyes. So I looked at it carefully. I found that the bird was injured.
I quickly rushed into the house to find something to bandage it, and took some food to feed it. However, when I returned to the window with the gauze, medicine and food, the bird was gone. I could no longer see it on the window! On the window sill, there was only a drop of blood, a drop of crimson blood ......
At this point, I looked around and saw no sign of the little bird. I think the bird must have flown back to its own nest to seek help from its partners, or perhaps it wanted to overcome that injury all by itself. It is a strong bird," he said!
On this day, I was not even in the mood to play, and I missed this strong bird all day long.
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4. Write an essay around the old man and the bird 400 wordsGrandma had cancer, and the doctor said that, in addition to surgery and chemotherapy, the patient's mental state would be an important factor in prolonging her life and ensuring the quality of life.
One day, Mom got Grandma a yellow finch, hoping that the little elf would bring joy to the ground in her last years.
The bird came to this unfamiliar environment, seemingly terrified, it does not elbow from this side of the cage to jump to the other side, but also the east end of the west end of the bumping, if someone walks to the front of the cage, it fluttered even more.
It looked at the tank full of millet, do not eat, just occasionally lazy drink a mouthful of water, showing no enthusiasm. I heard that the yellow finch is singing, but how never heard it called it? I anxiously asked my grandmother, "Grandma, what's going on? Is the bird sick, or is it born mute? "No, silly child! Can a little bird not be afraid when it first arrives here?"
Grandma said to me with a smile. She cut the apple into small slices and clipped them to the cage, and broke off a small piece of bread and stuck it in the gap in the fence, and Grandma also gave it greens, and the most tender and best hearts. Before going to bed at night, Grandma always forgets to use a piece of flannel to cover the bird cage, so that the bird sleeps peacefully; in the morning, she has to clean the bird cage again, if there is the sun, so that the bird sunshine a good time. Grandma didn't allow us to disturb the bird for fear of scaring it. The first day of the year. Two days ...... the bird gradually changed under the careful care of Grandma. It no longer refuses to eat, but also eat a lot of food.
Sometimes, Grandma will also use a wet finger dipped in some millet, stretching to the cage, the bird first startled, but it measured Grandma for a while, then nonchalantly pecked down Grandma's finger. After eating, it still looked at Grandma with great interest. What's more, for the first time, it finally raised its loud throat and let out a clear whimper, which broke the silence of the house, and it was a whimper of life!
A bright smile rippled around Grandma's mouth, rippled ...... From then on, Grandma and the bird have formed an inseparable bond. She arranged a variety of "recipes" for the bird, the bird sings, Grandma is always its most loyal listeners, and the bird, also happy to sing for Grandma beautiful tune, singing voice is also increasingly sophisticated. The weather is hot, the bird will also put his head into the water, the head of the feathers dipped in wet, and then the head vigorously in the wings back and forth a few times, so that the whole body is wet, and finally, but also vigorously shaking the feathers, so that the water droplets splash, look very cute, Grandma also like to find a new continent like to tell me that the bird sleeps with his head shrunken in the wings, the whole body bulging, fat, like a fluffy pom pom. Finally, I saw it with my own eyes at my grandmother's place. The bird lived happily at Grandma's, and Grandma got endless joy from the bird.
Early in the morning, a ray of cozy sunshine flooded the cottage.
5. Description of the bird essay 600 wordsTurned over, the little girl has painted to the ninety-ninth bird, yesterday she left the world just in time for the Ching Ming Festival, this day I ran to the hospitalization department early in the morning in high spirits, the bed was empty, I was dumbfounded, she did not say that she wanted to paint to a hundred of them, but how ...... I went back to the house. Turned over the calendar, and told me: "She has left the world yesterday morning, she had leukemia, before she left, let me pass this picture book to you, she said she will always remember you, just as a nurse came over and told her: "My lovely little patient, asked me to come to see the little girl in this bed No. 23, will think of the Here's the secret: why one is harder to look at than the other and harder to bear.
Now I realize that her condition is deteriorating day by day, what does this hundred little birds represent? I nodded my head straight, the nurse handed me a picture book, somehow waited until Sunday, somehow felt too heavy, I seem to be unable to hold even a picture book, I sat in the chair at the nurse's station, at this time I seem to understand what, I silently prayed for her, you can rest assured that you will go, and I will complete the one hundredth birdie for you next year at the time of the Ching Ming Festival." (Typical examples, delicate portrayal, subtle structure, so that people's personalities are distinctive, leaping off the page, literary very readable) Whenever I open the picture book in the week I was discharged from the hospital, I felt that the time passed too slowly."
When I took the picture book.
6. Write a fairy tale composition using flowers, bees, butterflies, beekeepers, and birds1: In a meadow full of flowers live little ants, bees, and butterflies. Every morning the little ant crawls out of his nest and searches for food, then carries it back to his nest one by one. The bees are busy collecting nectar at sunrise and storing it in their homes. Butterflies? Every day, it opens its eyes and spreads its beautiful wings to fly around the flowers. Fly left, fly right.
"Little ant little ant, what are you doing?" The butterfly asked "I'm... I'm carrying food... To... If you don't come to the winter, there will be no food." The little ant answered with a gasp "Oops ~ it's just spring now, we have to enjoy it, what's your hurry!" The butterfly scoffed "If you move earlier, you can move more.... And you can eat more in the winter!" The little ant replied, "You move it then! It's no fun~ The nice weather should be used for playing!" The butterfly replied as it flew off into the distance. The butterfly got tired of flying and stopped at a beautiful flower, just in time to see a bee busy collecting nectar from the flower. "What are you doing, bee?" the butterfly asked. The butterfly asked, "I'm collecting nectar...it's the freshest and tastiest nectar in the morning." The bee replied "Play with me for a while! It's such a beautiful day... It's such a beautiful day that it should be used to dance among the flowers." The butterfly said "Go ahead! I don't have such beautiful wings. I'd better collect more nectar for the winter." The bee replied and kept collecting nectar. "Hmph! You're so boring! You don't know how to enjoy the beautiful sunshine!" The butterfly turned its head and flew away, and so day after day, the little ants carried grain, the bees collected nectar, and the butterfly fluttered its big beautiful wings, and it was winter. Outside, the flowers withered and the grass withered. The ants ate delicious food in their nests, the bees drank delicious honey in their homes, and the butterflies? The butterfly is cowering on a withered flower, its big beautiful wings no longer flapping. The king's royal garden is secretly inhabited by many of nature's inhabitants. Butterflies, dragonflies, bees and warblers also live here. Their favorite season is the season of blossoms, when the weather is sunny and they are flying among the beautiful flowers like clouds, and the yellow warblers are singing. While the dragonflies and bees are busy catching pests and collecting nectar, the butterflies are busy playing around and spending their time in different ways. That day, the butterfly came up with a new idea and decided to find someone to compete with her. Because she wore the most gorgeous clothes, colorful, and had heard many poets and noblewomen praise her beauty, so her vanity was inflated. She found the dragonfly first and said, "Hey, dragonfly, let's compare whose clothes look better!" The dragonfly twisted her thin waist and said coldly, "Sorry, I have a lot of work to do. There are a lot of new gnats by the creek, so I have to go and kill some more. Please make yourself at home." Then the dragonfly left the butterfly behind and swept towards the stream. The butterfly looked at the dragonfly and said, "You're so ugly, you can't beat me, can you?" The butterfly was bored and flew to a flower tree, where she met a hard-working bee. She said happily, "Hey, bee, bee, let's see whose dress looks better!" The bee said courteously with big eyes, "Sorry butterfly, we still have a lot of work to do. Flowering doesn't wait for anyone!" The bee then ignored the butterfly and continued to collect pollen and nectar from flower to flower and sent it home. The butterfly's nose grunted, "You're no match for me!" The butterfly searched the garden again, but everyone was so busy trying to make a living that no one wanted to stop by to compete with the butterfly in a talent show. Tired of flying, she chose a flower and stopped. The yellow warbler in the tree was singing a beautiful song. "Oh, it's beautiful!" The king and the princess, who happened to be strolling in the garden, could not help exclaiming. They ordered their maid to bring a golden birdcage to take the yellow warbler back to the palace. The butterfly danced and danced, hoping to be appreciated beyond the yellow warbler. Her colorful dress was so colorful and her dance was so beautiful that the king and the princess sighed again and asked their maids to bring a crystal box to take the butterfly back to the palace. The yellow warbler stopped singing and said contemptuously, "Singing is my work to add luster to all things in heaven and earth, not to please some dignitaries, much less to compete for favor with some lazy people." Then the warbler went up into the clouds. The king was so sorry that he returned to his palace with the butterfly in his arms. In the square crystal box, the butterfly could no longer see the beautiful garden and hard-working neighbors. At first she enjoyed it, but then she began to miss the old days and slowly became less beautiful. The king was also tired of watching the butterfly perform. One day, a biologist asked to be rewarded with a specimen of the butterfly, and the butterfly was nailed to a tack. In the end, the butterfly said to itself, "Perhaps this is the only way my beauty will last forever." At the butterfly's memorial service, the warbler sings an elegy. The dragonfly says solemnly, "It is not enough for an insect to be beautiful in this world. Hard work and freedom are more important than anything else ." .
7. with the blue sky and white clouds bird hunter write a theme around the environmental protection write a composition, not less than four hundred wordsNo hunter, you then change the Earth, is the home of all living things, is a veritable mother of mankind. In the past, the earth's sky is blue and clean, the mountains are verdant, the river is clear and pure, it is really beautiful and spectacular, and amiable. But what about the Earth now? The sky is not as blue as it used to be, the mountains are not as green as they used to be, and the rivers are not as clear as they used to be. Compared with the Earth of the past, there is no doubt that the Earth has changed drastically. A little canary said sadly: "I just learned to fly soon, the green home was destroyed, mom and dad had to take me away from home. In the process of fleeing, we still can't avoid the cruel reality - Dad was killed by ruthless hunters, and Mom left the world to protect me. At the same time the loss of both parents I do not not continue to search for a new home alone." "Did you find it?" Uncle Earth asked with concern. The little canary wiped his tears and said, "No, I found only hot deserts, bare forests, muddy rivers ...... The world is so big, but I can't find a place where I can live and work in peace and happiness." The little canary was so thirsty that it came to a small river and was about to drink the water when Uncle Earth called out, "You can't drink that water! It's poisonous!" The little canary couldn't help it and said, "I'll die of thirst if I don't drink it. Anyway, I'll die horizontally or vertically, so I might as well die a quicker death!" After saying this, it drank the water, and just after drinking a mouthful, the canary died with an "ah!" The little canary died with a cry. Is there any other tragedy like the little canary? We only have one Earth, and it is the only home for human beings. Humans, act to protect the ecological environment! Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable! "It's not too late to mend, the Earth can still be saved! Let us *** live on this earth together, *** enjoy a blue sky together, *** enjoy the warmth of sunshine and rain together! The alarm bell has sounded, mankind should wake up.
8. Write a bird essayIf I were a raptor, I would be willing to shuttle in the sky above the city, overlooking the city, feel the prosperity of the city and change.
But I am not willing to, because of the arbitrary development of human beings and lost what belongs to their own field. If I were a bunting, I would be willing to shuttle in the field, but I am not willing to be captured for human consumption, my survival is not for human consumption, I have the value of my survival.
If I were a grackle, I would like to sing in the trees, but I don't want to be trapped in a cage and become the exclusive property of human beings, my song belongs to the whole nature. If I were a swallow, I would like to fly and glide in the sky with my unique posture, but I don't want to be trapped in a house and spit out my saliva in order to satisfy the selfish desires of human beings.
If I were an acacia, I would like to live happily in a tree with my own kind, but I would not like to be captured and become a plaything in someone else's house. If I were a water bird growing in the sea, I would like to decorate the beach and the sea with myself, but I don't want to be stained black by the oil spilled due to human negligence, and eventually die a painful death.
If I were a bird of paradise, I would like to add life to the forest with my unique courtship dance, but I don't want people to kill me and my companions and hide our beautiful feathers for their own selfish desires. There are no what-ifs.
People are just people, and birds are just birds. People belong to the world and birds belong to the sky.
Who has allowed that the bird belongs to man? The bird has its own freedom, it belongs to the sky, not to the human beings to fulfill their own private goods. With the development of mankind, the progress of science and technology, past the age of reverence for nature, mankind began the uncontrolled use of nature and destruction.
The reduction of habitat and human not to protect, directly lead to a variety of biological quantity, biodiversity reduction, more and more birds become as rare as panda, precious. People have ever thought, when the surrounding lost the singing of the birds; when the trees can no longer see the dance of the birds; when the day does not appear on the figure of the birds, the world, will lose how much fun.
Has it ever occurred to anyone that when someone else catches you eating; when someone else catches you for someone else to watch; when someone else destroys your home, what will you feel? People have ever thought that it is because of their own selfishness, so that how many good things become no longer good! People have their own world, birds also have a piece of heaven belonging to them! Use my part, use your part, use everyone's part to keep this beautiful, so that birds can fly happily in the sky! It was one day last summer vacation, the weather was sunny, not a breath of wind, *** hot sun baking the earth. I was in the house to write homework, the house is hot and stuffy, due to stay in the house for too long, feel dizzy, ascending delirium I side to go out to get some air, breathe fresh air.
Just out of the door, I heard the "rustle" sound, I looked left and right, nothing found. The sound was getting louder and louder, and a few tiny feathers fell slowly in front of me.
I suddenly realized, looked up, it has been a young sparrow, its head was stuck on the beam of the wood I was surprised to think: "Why is this little bird hanged? On closer inspection, the bird was still struggling desperately, it must not be hanging. Could it be that it was unintentionally stuck by the wood in flight? Alas, what the heck, saving lives is important, it is better to find a way to save the little bird down first.
I then called my brother, who was playing, over to help. I two first go to a long, thin, long wooden stick, want to hook the bird down did not expect not only does not work, but more serious.
The bird struggled not to move, a bunch of patterned interlaced wings powerless. The bird is not a bird of prey, but a bird of prey, and it is a bird of prey.
My brother and I are anxious; can not let this little life in front of my eyes in an instant withered In this emergency, my head violently turned backward, happened to see a ladder, ah, really help me ah. I immediately ran over to take the ladder over and then carefully put the ladder up against the wall, I hurriedly climbed up the tall ladder, stood on the ladder to look down, only to feel the sky spinning.
I slowly reached out its pair of chubby hands, gently pivoted the wood, and slowly took out the head of the bird. It was injured, a deep wound in the tiny neck, he slowly closed his eyes and rested for a moment, at this time, my heart slowly calmed down with a look of joy on his face.
But a question has put me in a difficult position - to let him go or to stay? I looked at the hands of the little sparrow into a deep meditation. As the saying goes, "save a man in the end, help a man in the end," or first raise the bird down it, and when he healed, in the put it back ...... The little bird got on the gradual healing, it can easily fly up.
One day at noon, the bird flew out of the cage, it is going to leave me, I am a little reluctant to leave. But when I thought of the bird's need for freedom and its own relatives, I let the bird go. Before leaving, the bird circled around me a few times and looked at me with tears of gratitude and affection.
Then it flew into the air. I stood there for a long time, the bird flew farther and farther, and disappeared into the blue sky.
The bird flew away, it went to find their partners, it went to reunite with their loved ones, he returned to the beautiful nature. The bird is a good friend of mankind, a lively and lovely elf.
It can help farmers catch pests and increase agricultural production. So birds bring us many benefits.
In the countryside, in the spring, there will be a lot of birds flying in groups from the south, they stopped in the branches of the chattering and singing, the beautiful song is very beautiful, so that I forget all the things around me, immersed in the song of the birds; they jumped between the branches of the tree jumping around, like a jumping note, composed a wonderful music. However, due to the large number of birds hunted by human beings and the arbitrary felling of trees, the birds' home 'forest' was destroyed.
So now we can see less and less birds, people know, China has the most varieties of birds, there are about 1800 kinds of birds, but the endangered extinction of a lot of, if we go on like this, we may not see this lovely little creature. Let's think about it, if there are no birds, the bugs will be a lot of reproduction, randomly ravaged nibble crops, by then, we can not even eat the pure natural dishes, only to eat those sprayed over.
9. Description of the bird essayGoodbye, bird
One day at noon, I just finished lunch, I went to the top of the penthouse above to play. As soon as I got up there, I saw a little bird chirping in solitude, so sad and miserable was it. I quickly approached it, it did not fly, did not run, but faced me screaming, this time the voice is a little smaller, not so miserable, as if in pleading with me what ah. But I still couldn't understand the bird language. I approached it cautiously and took it in my hand in one quick motion. Ah, my God, the bird's leg is injured, still bleeding ah, did not have time to think what, I shouted: "Dad, quick help ah". At this point it scared my mom and dad, they flew upstairs. What's wrong with you? I said it is not what happened to me, it is my hand mouth of the bird is injured, and then bleeding, quickly save it, or it will bleed to death ....... Did not wait for me to finish, my mother went downstairs, a moment to find some medicine, and then, our family and disinfect it, and medicine, and bandage. In a short while, successfully stopped the blood to the bird, and also gave it a good package.
Now what? The bird can not fly, let it go, it is also sure to starve to death or inflammation ah. So I put it upstairs, built it a little house, and put a food bowl, every day I will go to give it food and water on time, and change its medicine once a day. It seems to really understand it, every time you see me go will chirp and scream, give it to change the medicine it will not run, less than a week's time, under my careful care, the bird's injuries will soon be well. I was very happy to see the birdie healed and jumping around all day long. But I'm also a little sad, because the teacher told us that we should take care of the birds, nature is their favorite place.
I was about to say goodbye to the bird, and that afternoon I cracked an egg for it and watched it eat. I opened the cage and let the bird out, I was going to release it into nature to find its partner. It popped out at once, it did not fly, but rested on my arm, chirping and chirping, I know it must be saying something to me ...... I waved my hand, and it flew into the sky with one wing.
Goodbye, little bird! Goodbye, dear friend!
10. to "bird" as the topic, write a 500-word essayI am a small small small bird "I am a small small small bird, want to fly and fly but fly can not fly high, I seek to find a warm embrace, this is not too demanding. ......" When I was little, my mom and I were dependent on each other.
Dad was killed by a hunter before I was born. In those days, a large part of the trees in the woods were cut down, and we birds lost our wonderful home.
Sometimes we were also killed by the vicious hunters, and became their human's cage or meal. One day, when I was just learning to fly, I was singing in a big tree, and I was having a good time, when suddenly, a hunter aimed his evil gun at me, and I didn't realize it.
With a bang, I closed my eyes and let God take me. When I opened my eyes, I realized that my lovely mother was already in a pool of blood, with a big bug in her mouth.
I cried and cried and cried, and there was no one to feel sorry for me, my other uncles and aunts were scared to leave this sinful place. I had to leave this place where I was born and raised with tears in my eyes, and behind me was the sound of hunters collecting their trophies.
From then on, I was alone and lonely, and I strayed to the ends of the earth ...... Now, I am back again, because I have grown into a big bird, and I live a happy life in that forest. You must be surprised, right? Because human beings have changed, they have recognized the harm of destroying the forest and understand the importance of our birds to nature.
They re-planted trees to beautify their homes. The vast forest is lush and vibrant again.
Adults and children also built a birdhouse for us, attracting all our brothers and sisters back. The forest became our paradise, our heaven, and we lived in it and sang happily.
I've heard that mankind has also enacted laws to protect the green mountains and green water, which makes me a lonely bird really feel flattered.
I've heard that humans have also enacted laws to protect the environment.
The last time I was caught by a hunter, he caught me in a cage and sold me on the street. A kind little girl bought me with her pocket money, and not only did she not kill me, but she bandaged my wounds and fed me with delicious food.
When my wounds completely recovered, she said to me: "Little bird ah, you fly, fly to your mother there ah, blue sky, white clouds, sea and sky, all when your beautiful home ......" Can you imagine my excitement at the time of the demeanor? I reluctantly flew to the blue sky, my heart really hot. I suddenly realized that human beings are actually still very kind ah.
I don't know if I discovered the goodness of human beings, or human beings discovered their own conscience, in short, I found that we birds have been able to live in harmony with human beings, and we are getting closer and closer to each other. This is the precious treasure that nature has given us.
I firmly believe that we birds will live in harmony with you humans. By then, our blue sky will be more beautiful, the blue water will be clearer, and the world will be a better place.