Now it has fully grown feathers and no longer looks as scruffy as when we first found it. I quickly picked it up and placed it in my palm. It has already gotten used to us and doesn't shy away from people anymore.
"It's already learning how to fly. I wonder if it will fly away once it can fly?"
I hadn't noticed when Margo appeared by my side. She gazed affectionately at the parrot in my palm, her tone tinged with an indescribable melancholy.
"It probably will fly away, because as an animal, it naturally yearns for freedom and the forest. If you're worried about it flying away, I can make a cage for it. Once it's in the cage, we won't have to worry about it flying away."
I suggested this because I was afraid Margo would be upset if the little parrot flew away. I did have this
