Listening to the chirping of both young and ugly birds, it encloses the variety of places around you to just birds, birds and birds.
No matter where you walk, you'd see that thing with feathers.
No matter how deep you go, you'd still hear the thing speaking its language.
No matter what you do, you can't escape them within that area.
No matter how unaware, you have to look out for white clumps dropping from above.
Oh well, at least most of us were lucky enough not to get that white stain on them OR even scar their Macho Canon.
How unlucky would that be if that had happened. 8P
Terengganu, here I come! :)
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