The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

For a while, I watched the bird fly away. Even after I lost sight of the bird, I was confused, I think.

... but I'll go outside the tent as a hay and see what the fountain looks like.

There, one feather must have fallen off, it was falling off. Zabuzab inside the fountain, pick it up.

The gray feathers are about my upper arm. Big. What is this? What is this?

The encounter with the unknown was also a fear, but more exciting than that. Maybe I was excitedly mistaken for fear from time to time. What are you saying about this? Suspension bridge effect?

But fine. Suspension bridge, suspension bridge, whatever. I liked that bird. I want to draw that one. Draw. Decided. Definitely draw.

I don't want it to materialize, I just want to paint.

... Ah, it's been a while, this feeling. Because I've been painting here lately to make it real.

Yeah. Then it would be just fine. Let's paint him a reward for himself once, without even thinking about sustaining his life. I made up my mind.

Talk fast when you have a goal. I'll do whatever I can to find that bird and draw it again. I made up my mind.

I've made up my mind, so the first thing to do...

... bathing in the water.

Yeah, I thought. I totally forgot. But I remembered.

Me, you spent about a week not taking a bath...

I drew and put out soap and buckets and everything, and bathed in water.

There was resistance to taking my clothes off outdoors like this... but yeah, well, nobody would be here anyway. Yeah, nobody's here, right...?

The water I bathed thoughtfully was cold, but refreshed after it had not been clean in a long time. Let's continue to take regular water baths. Or bath, let's make it. Maybe a hot spring or something. In other words, let's separate domestic water from drinking water. That means I have to make another fountain first......?

... I decided to leave the water issue to later. Birds now. Clothes for that.

No, 'cause I didn't like wearing clothes after about a week of wearing them after bathing in the water and getting pretty... something. I mean, I was worried about the dirt on my clothes when I got pretty. Just a little bit more, damn it.

... so I became the feather of doing the dumb thing of drawing clothes to wear after bathing in the water. Let's get ready before we do it.

Then I packed my bags and decided to leave.

Heading is the direction in which the bird flew away. Though there is no athe except in the direction... when I clear my ears, I hear something slightly like a bird's voice, so I'm sure I can handle it. Maybe.

I think my ears are better. Even small sounds can be picked up properly.

So it helps when it's like looking for a bird like this one. Looking for a chirping sound like 'cuckoo' that I could hear from afar, I went even further.

I'll pick it up and collect it when I find something of beautiful color on the way. Let's paint it later.

The best harvest this time is purple flowers. Moves if you say it in color. It's such a vibrant purple color that it would be a sawdust good color if painted.

Other than that, bright green insect shells, maybe it was lizard egg shells, white shards, shards like clear brown gems? Out of the question. I got a lot of things, so it was well worth the walk.

"... I wonder if there are creatures over here"

Maybe there are more creatures here than where I was first. I've never seen a worm shell, an egg shell. So far, I haven't met a decent animal. Exquisite, enough to let me pick up the butterfly carcass and paint it. After all, that was only once, and since then, you haven't even seen a creature in the carcass.

... Yeah, regarding animals, I haven't really seen them. I've never seen that bird before. I guess that's why I was so impressed.

A lot of animals means it could be dangerous, that is. Bears, what if they come out? You have to run, but an out-of-the-box bear runs fast, sure.

Even if the bear doesn't come out, the wolf, the wild dog, whatever that comes out, I'll probably die. Let's get out of here. In that case, let's try and get out of here. If you can't do that, give up and die. But before I die, I want to draw that bear, the dog, the wolf. No, I wouldn't have time for that.

... Well, let's be careful. As much as possible.

As I proceeded through the woods, the bird's voice approached me step by step.

I've been trying to look around from around there carefully...

... So I found it.

"Big"

Big tree.

Then, over the tree, a huge bird's nest.

... definitely that one.

I'm not good at climbing trees. Somehow, once upon a time, I tried to try, but I fell, and when I left full of mud, I was pissed off. I haven't climbed a tree since.

But if you don't climb, you can't see, so you have to climb.

... but naturally, there's no way I can climb that big tree... I have no choice but to draw a ladder on the tree around there. Let us go up that ladder, from the tree next door, and see what the bird's nest looks like.

I drew a ladder and climbed on a tree.

Tree branches were outwardly thick and sturdy, and even I, a novice to tree climbing, managed to stabilize on the tree.

The landscape from the top of the tree wasn't bad inside. I see forest trees spreading. I can't see beyond that.... If I climb higher, I wonder where the end of the forest is.

But no. What I want to see now is not the terrain around here or anything, just because it's in a bird's nest.

I peered through the bird's nest in the middle of the next tree.

... There were no birds there.

But instead... there were eggs.

The egg shell was the stunning Robbins Egg Blue...... blue,.