Early in the morning, the sun peeked through the leaves, casting golden rays on the soft grass. A pair of colorful parrots greeted the day with cheerful squawks as they perched high on a bamboo stick. Their bright green and red feathers shimmered in the light, and they gently rubbed beaks—a sign of love and comfort between the two.
Below them, a small brown bird hopped along the garden path, chirping happily as it searched for crumbs left from yesterday’s meal. Nearby, a fluffy baby duck waddled awkwardly across the grass, its tiny webbed feet slapping the ground in the cutest way. It followed the hen, who gently clucked as she led her duckling around the yard like a protective mother.
The rooster—tall, proud, and vibrant with his fiery red comb—let out a loud cock-a-doodle-doo, flapping his wings dramatically as if he were announcing the start of another beautiful day.
But the stars of the show were the baby monkeys. BiBi and BR, two tiny mischievous monkeys, swung gently from a low tree branch, giggling and chattering to one another. One of them tried to copy the parrot’s squawk, making everyone around burst into playful sounds of laughter. BiBi even jumped down and tried to sneak up on the baby duck for a quick cuddle, but the duck wiggled away, flapping its soft wings in protest.
The backyard buzzed with gentle chaos—parrots singing, hens clucking, monkeys giggling, the duck quacking. It was not noise—it was nature’s music. Sơn, the kind caretaker of all these animals, watched with a warm smile from the porch. He had raised them like his own children, giving them love, food, and a safe place to play and grow.
