"You've realised it, too, haven't you? They are human's food. It's impossible for them to not come in contact with humans everyday. They can't run away, even if they want to. But those miserable cries, I just cannot get used to it."They kept on crying in misery. Are they pets just like me? That cage, however, was very dirty and untidy. It's completely different from my cage in my owner's house.
Moreover, those cries were really too painful that I could not bear them.I wasn't that full, but whatever I ate gave a change to my energy, and I could certainly feel that my strength was slowly regenerating. I returned to the electric pole with the white-haired bird for a rest, and it was not until when I was grooming by feathers, that I recalled the cage I saw a moment ago - the cage with big birds inside it much larger than the white-haired bird.Just as the white-haired bird finished talking, a human dragged out one of the big birds. The human slit the big bird's throat in a single cut with a long knife, and tossed it in a deep, deep bucket. After a little while, the human pulled out the big bird, which was no longer moving. It was then tossed into a fuming pot, while the human was stirring it.