A bird's message (journal entry)
I heard a bird when I passed by the dining area this afternoon. I looked for the sound because it was louder than the usual bird songs I hear, then I found it perched on our gate in the terrace—a stunning bird with green and yellow feathers, a curved beak, and a parrot-like feature. I was cooking instant yakisoba, so I checked the boiling cabbage for a second but when I came back to look at the bird, it was gone.