While I am at war with the rats that attacked my yard (such a disaster sometimes happens), the birds are forced to live in cages in the house. Of course, this is not very convenient both for them and for me, but there is no choice. I try to organize little joys for them. So, for example, while I clean the duck cages, the ducks themselves splash in the bath. Of course, they were very indignant when I took them out of the cage and carried them somewhere, but in the end everyone was satisfied: they swam well, and I was able to clean the cage so that no one landed on my head.
