When I regained my consciousness, I was already on my bedding, returned to my own cage. Outside the cage was my owner, staring at me with the worned-out look on her eyes. Human expressions are sometimes too complicated, that I cannot tell whether it's a look of joy or sadness...

Nevertheless, I've finally returned. After having a meal of green vegetables that my owner brought, I began singing "Ga-Ga" joyfully.

Nevertheless, I've finally returned. After having a meal of green vegetables that my owner brought, I began singing "Ga-Ga" joyfully.

"Today's topics: The avian influenza is fast spreading. Regarding the poultry farms and the businesses that deal with birds, the government..."

Since then, my owner continued watching the black box with an anxious look on her face. That's strange... Normally, whenever my owner was watching that black box, her expression was always that of a joy, but somehow right now, she seems nervous.

Since then, my owner continued watching the black box with an anxious look on her face. That's strange... Normally, whenever my owner was watching that black box, her expression was always that of a joy, but somehow right now, she seems nervous.

Oh well, she should be fine. Firstly, I should forget about the 'home' thing. I currently have an owner who adores me, a space I can move around freely, and all sorts of bird feeds, too. It doesn't matter if I don't have freedom.