When I was a child, I often saw people digging birds up trees when I watched movies, but when I was a child, I saw magpies building nests in the big treetops, and I never saw any small birds' nests.

At that time, there were several large chimneys in the compound, towering into the sky, and magpies could be seen toiling to build nests every spring and summer.

My dad told me about his experience digging magpie nests during the war years, and I would think about them every time I saw them on the chimney.

Digging a bird's nest became a childhood dream of mine. It's a pity that the military compound where I lived when I was a child has many buildings and few bungalows, and even the bungalows are boiler rooms, with high houses and big houses, one floor and two floors.

Once I found a large ladder erected on the boiler room, so I took advantage of the noon when there was no one to pull a small friend and secretly went to the boiler room.

At noon in early summer, the cicadas are singing and clamoring, and the adults go for a lunch break. I asked my friend to hold on to the long ladder below, and I climbed up boldly and carefully.

When I was a child, I ascended in line with the principle of boldness and carefulness, taking one step at a time, and I was not afraid of heights since I was a child, and others were afraid of heights and I laughed at him, so climbing is my forte.

When you climb to the top, you can clearly hear the call of the birds, and the birds are flying over their heads in a panic.

At that time, it was really a bit of a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, and searched for it along the sound, and finally found the bird's nest under the eaves and roof tiles.

The right hand lifted the tile with great force, and with the left hand stretched out to touch it, and often a nest of warm fleshy little sparrows was captured by me and put into my pocket with a squeaky cry.

Every time I got down the ladder, I was so excited that I got small boxes and discarded cotton wool rags, put the chicks in the middle, and then scrambled to find food and water for them, trying to raise them.

I remember that I also asked my father's consent to reconcile the hard-boiled egg yolk and cornmeal, and made small balls the size of mung beans to feed the chicks.

You won't understand this until you grow up.

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