The little beaky bird ( I call them all bird, since I do not know their species or kind, I name them based on how they appear, those in our garden are all named by me). Come to think of it, humans are secretly named by me too, and a select few giggle wickedly with me as I reveal these names to them. This bird is patient, waits for me as I chase kingfishers and peacocks, then sits a few feet from me, still, waiting for me to giggle in delight as I capture it. It then drinks water from the bowl in our garden and eats the grain we leave for the birds and flies over me, it’s little wings fluttering close to my head.
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