There is a bird in the country, which is unlucky. Its voice seems to laugh and coo for a while. Who can help me remove it?
Small soil, right? It is said that someone is dying nearby. That kind of bird can sing. In the yard, I called for small fresh meat cooked in casserole. The louder, the better. Call it and it will fly. When my grandmother was seriously ill, there was one in the tree in my backyard. My mother asked me to call it, and it really flew away. You can also try.