The 7 of July of 2022 I drew this. A normal bird, right? No, this is a bird that I adopted days before drawing this. I found him in the floor, next to a tree, (No, his house was not the tree.) he didn’t had mum, he was missing, so we called him: Missin. I really don’t liked that name, and in a joking way I liked calling him: Shua Shua Shua SHUAN. Idk, I liked it xd. My cat almost killed him! Thanks god he escaped. But days later, we were in a swimming pool (there was summer), and then, he flew for his first time, to never return back. I hope his okay, because he was so young, and birds don’t like much. If something didn’t killed him, (I hope no, pls 🥺), he must be okay, flying whit they’re birds friends, eating… worms 😟, you know, doing bird stuff.

(Writing this made my sentimental 😭)

He is my favorite bird, forever, and ever.