It is fine today. The wind does not blow. It is sizzler.
Quails of my pet are 7 now.
They are two kinds.
I keep all of them loose in a henhouse.
The bait is organic vegetables, assorted feed.
They sometimes quarrel, but are usually good friends very much. They are close together leaning on each other and do sand bath and a nap. Whenever cats go along the side of the henhouse, they give off cries of the caution together.
I leave the politics in the henhouse to them.
They vary in a kind and sex. They are different in the born place. Of course the character are different, too. However, they recognize each other as the same birds.
Disputes and war do not die out in the world. The human being world is fierce. The human is a belligerent family. We add sufficient reasons to war. It is quibbling.
The human will become extinct sometime soon. It is natural decay.
A creature prospering in the next times may be quails. The human who survived may become their pets.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
