Parrot Diary This afternoon lay eggs soup and Gaga out to play _

# Diary of Parrot Breeding#This afternoon, I laid the custard and Gaga out to play. The two little guys were grooming while they were nesting on my arm, but soon they began to be more intimate than the other day. So ah, the same kind of cultivation of feelings is faster, Gaga chasing butterflies for a year is still a licking dog. Today, Gaga suddenly began to vomit the custard. The closer he got, the closer he sticked together. Then I watched the hair on Gaga’s belly grow more and more fluffy. I was afraid that he would drive the car when he stood on my arm! _________. But apparently it’s too hasty. The egg custard is still a little girl. The end… Figure 9. So ah, don’t be too acute in this love, or it will be hated by girls.