The sun has slipped to the west of the sound of the bustling birds once prit-prit cit-cit saut-satan apparently the family of birds are chatting perched on the tree Kluwih in the middle of rice fields on the edge of the ditch in the field of rice fields that always water flow from the wastewater. It's still humid even though the sun began to dazzle the eyes, here and there the land and trees are still wet understood by the rain and even the droplets of pearly water pear in the afternoon sun still fall from the tip of the leaf. Ceplak cepluk .. plung ... the sound of water falling into the water of rice fields ... one after another. This family of emprit birds are chatting lined up on a limb, there is a jump to and fro joy joking. The four of them, Dad, Mother and two children each were cleaning the feathers with their beaks, stretched their wings and winged their wings. His two children were playing jumping here and there and sometimes falling back flying again regardless of what his father warned.