The leaves of the camphor tree fluttered down like the hair of a person who had used a low-quality shampoo, finally revealing its jagged branches, and the nests of birds that had once been hidden in the dense foliage were clearly visible.

A gust of wind blew, and a nest fell from a tree, and in the poor nest were two fledgling chicks, struggling to wave their wings in the air, but still falling heavily to the ground, letting out a cry of pain.

An adult egret stands

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