It’s So Noisy, A Friend Gave Me a Pearl Bird – CH77

Chapter 77: Extra — Let’s Build a Big Bird Nest Together (5)

Si Jingce hadn’t expected the nest to be so useless—it collapsed the moment Yan Yan sat on it.

He hurried over and picked Yan Yan up in his beak, but with that movement, the already fragile nest collapsed even more thoroughly.

The steps were all correct—it just wasn’t built well.

Yan Yan shook his feathers, scattering bits of debris, then seriously examined the wreckage.

“It’s actually not bad,” Yan Yan said. “You’re just not familiar yet. Let’s practice building nests these next few days.”

…Normally, birds take about a week to build a nest. He had known something would go wrong if Si Jingce finished one so quickly.

Si Jingce gave a quiet “Mm.”

Of course he felt discouraged.

Among pearl finches, it’s the males who build nests to win over their mates—and here he was, failing even at that, leaving them to live under a bridge.

Thankfully, the weather was warming, and the thick pile of dry grass kept them from freezing.

Still unwilling to give up, Si Jingce picked up a broken branch and tried to study it.

Yan Yan flew back to the haystack, yawning. “Big brother, I’m sleepy. Come sleep with me.”

The brahminy kite set the branch aside and squeezed into the hay with the tiny finch.

The spacious area suddenly felt small.

Yan Yan didn’t mind at all. He burrowed under Si Jingce’s wing, using it like a blanket.

Feeling the small fluffball wriggling in his feathers, Si Jingce lowered his head and gently smoothed Yan Yan’s plumage.

…

In the wild, the most important thing is filling your stomach.

After being scammed by the night heron yesterday, Si Jingce decided to repeat his strategy—he took Yan Yan to a fishing spot to wait for a “randomly spawning” fisherman.

He had underestimated their dedication.

By 8 a.m., many fishermen were already there, rods set up along the riverbank.

There were also birdwatchers with cameras and binoculars, scanning for something.

Si Jingce hesitated to approach.

He spotted yesterday’s fisherman being questioned.

“Did you really see a brahminy kite and a pearl finch here?” a bird photographer asked.

Si Jingce: …

So they were looking for him.

“Pearl finches and kites are common,” Yan Yan whispered. “Why come all this way?”

He flew onto a branch to listen—only to be immediately targeted by cameras.

…You humans!

Soon, they lost interest in him and continued searching for the kite.

Hidden in the reeds, Si Jingce remained perfectly still.

Yan Yan listened carefully.

The fisherman said, “Yeah, right here. But could you quiet down? You’re scaring the fish.”

The photographer pressed, “Is it really the kite that can write?”

“I think so,” the fisherman said. “Turns out others have seen it too—asking for fish. Yesterday it even had a pearl finch with it.”

Another added, “Even the reserve staff confirmed it—a kite that can’t fly but can write and beg for food.”

The crowd murmured in amazement.

Yan Yan was also amazed.

His brother had gone viral—not just among birds, but humans too.

So this is what being a streamer feels like…

He flew back—and the photographers followed his flight path, spotting the kite.

The moment Si Jingce lifted his head, cameras fired.

Si Jingce: ?

Yan Yan panted. “Big brother, you’re famous again! Maybe you’ll get sponsorships soon!”

Si Jingce stayed silent.

He knew this would attract attention—but not this fast.

Still, Yan Yan hadn’t eaten yet.

So he forced himself forward.

Fish were immediately thrown at him, flopping wildly.

He froze, one foot raised, unsure what to do.

“He doesn’t eat raw fish!” the fisherman shouted. “Only cooked!”

He quickly started preparing fish again.

Yan Yan sniffed the ground—but got fish smell all over himself.

Disgusted, he rubbed himself against a nearby backpack to clean up.

Meanwhile, humans whispered:

“That red hawk is beautiful—must look amazing flying.”
“Strange—it doesn’t eat the finch.”
“Such a touching friendship…”

Yan Yan puffed up proudly on Si Jingce’s head.

“Chirp!”

This isn’t friendship—it’s true love!

An old birdwatcher said, “It’s full from human food, so it doesn’t hunt. Probably treating the finch like a toy.”

Yan Yan fumed. “Chirp!!”

Don’t talk nonsense!

No one understood him.

“Even kites prefer cooked fish now,” someone joked.

Yan Yan’s stomach growled.

Just then, the cooked fish arrived.

He jumped forward—

But someone stopped him.

“Don’t feed wild animals,” they said. “They’ll become dependent.”

The fisherman hesitated. “You’re right…”

He pulled the fish back.

Yan Yan froze.

The reasoning was sound—but Si Jingce wasn’t dependent.

He simply couldn’t hunt.

Si Jingce grew anxious.

He quickly wrote on the ground:

[Want fish.]

The crowd gasped.

“It really writes!”
“Should we feed it?”

“No,” the fisherman insisted. “Better not.”

Si Jingce: …

Their food supply was gone.

But Yan Yan still needed to eat.

Suddenly—

He spread his wings, startling everyone, and snatched the fish.

“Hey! Robber bird!”

With the fish in his beak, he grabbed Yan Yan and ran.

Then—

He turned his head and gently placed the fish into Yan Yan’s arms.

Everyone froze.

In birds, offering food is a mating behavior.

A male showing his ability.

But—

This was a brahminy kite and a pearl finch.

Both male.

Someone finally raised a camera—

Too late.

They were gone.

“Did I see that right?”
“Different species… both male… dating?”
“Who got the shot?”

No one had.

“I’m staying here,” one photographer declared. “I’ll be the first to capture it.”

Back under the bridge, Yan Yan hugged the hard-earned fried fish, ate a little, then pushed it toward Si Jingce. “Big brother, you eat. I’m full.”

Si Jingce glanced at it. “It’s fine, I’m not hungry yet.”

A small bird like Yan Yan could still dig seeds out of the ground, but a brahminy kite’s main food was meat.

Now that the humans had stopped feeding these two “wild animals,” they could only rely on themselves.

“Don’t worry,” Si Jingce said lightly. “I’ll learn how to hunt soon.”

Yan Yan wrapped the fish up and hid it in the haystack, saving it for when Si Jingce got hungry.

He flew off to forage for snacks in the soil.

Just as he found a good spot, two long white “antennae” poked out of the reeds.

Yan Yan jumped back in fright—then a familiar night heron popped out.

“Hey, long time no see.”

Yan Yan relaxed. “Oh, it’s you.”

For a second he thought he’d run into some mutant cockroach.

For some reason, the heron’s breeding plumes were spread out wider today—making it look even more like one.

“Where’s your husband?” the heron looked around. “No lesson today?”

Yan Yan blinked. “Lesson?”

“Yeah! I still haven’t taught him fishing. I can’t just take tuition for nothing!”

“I thought you were just scamming fish yesterday,” Yan Yan muttered. “And your fishing skills…”

The heron raised its voice. “Don’t look down on birds! Yesterday was just a small mistake. After deep reflection, I’ve found a method perfect for your husband.”

“Since I’m free now, go call him.”

After last night, Yan Yan didn’t fully trust him—but having a real bird teach was still better than guessing.

So he called Si Jingce over.

The heron began proudly, “Not being able to fly is a problem—but I’ve solved it.”

“I observed humans fishing this morning. The fish here are dumb—they bite anything dangling in the water.”

It crouched and lowered its tail feathers into the water.

“You just do this—use your tail like a fishing rod.”

Yan Yan frowned. “Will that work?”

“I’ve tested it several times. Guaranteed.”

The heron settled into position.

Despite its elegant colors, its posture was… suspiciously sneaky.

Still, using a tail to fish—this was truly a strange bird.

Si Jingce tried it. It seemed somewhat workable, so he followed suit.

Yan Yan tried too—gripping the ground, struggling hard just to get his tail into the water.

Finally, it touched—

Suddenly, something slippery bit his tail.

He was yanked backward, almost dragged into the water.

Si Jingce reacted instantly—diving his head in and biting the culprit, dragging out a large fish.

Now the scene was—

Si Jingce biting the fish, the fish biting Yan Yan.

Ridiculous.

Yan Yan spun in confusion, dangling midair.

Si Jingce bit harder—the fish let go, and Yan Yan tumbled into the grass.

He quickly flew out, shaken. “That scared me to death.”

“Trying to fish with that tiny body,” the heron mocked. “You’ll get eaten.”

Si Jingce killed the fish with a firm bite, then rinsed his beak in the river.

“Be careful next time. Don’t do that again.”

That fish could’ve swallowed Yan Yan whole.

Yan Yan, already over it, beamed. “Big brother learned to hunt!”

Before he finished, Si Jingce turned and caught another fish.

“Wow, big brother is amazing!”

The student caught two fish. The teacher… none.

The heron awkwardly retracted its tail. “Very good. You’ve graduated.”

“Thank you,” Si Jingce said politely. “Is there a place nearby with human staff?”

The heron nodded. “North, there’s a hut with people rotating shifts.”

“Why?”

“My baby can’t eat raw fish.”

The heron went silent. “…You’re birds. Why so picky?”

Still, it pointed at the fish. “You’re not carrying those like that, are you?”

Si Jingce fell silent.

“Well, big brother still can’t fly,” Yan Yan said politely. “Master Heron, any advice?”

The heron puffed up proudly. “Flap your wings—let me see.”

Si Jingce did.

“Healthy wings… you should be able to fly,” the heron frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“…I just feel like I can’t,” Si Jingce admitted.

Yan Yan immediately comforted him. “That’s normal.”

After all, he still had a human soul.

Yan Yan couldn’t force him to think like a bird—he could only let him figure it out.

“We’re just birds. Eat, sunbathe—no need to worry,” the heron said, glancing at the fish.

Si Jingce understood and handed one over. “Tuition.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have—” the heron said, swallowing it in one gulp.

Satisfied, it added, “One more thing.”

“Yesterday, your nest collapsed, right?”

Yan Yan: …

“How do you know?”

“I’m a night heron. ‘Night’ means I see everything,” it said. “All the birds saw. It’s already spread everywhere.”

Si Jingce choked.

Bird gossip spreads fast.

“…Can you give some advice?” he asked.

“Let me see your nest.”

They led it over.

The heron immediately spotted the issue. “These branches are too thin. They can’t support your weight.”

It snapped one easily. “See?”

Si Jingce nodded. “So what should I use?”

“Fresh, sturdy branches. And your foundation is weak—we use over a hundred branches.”

It looked around. “Your location is bad too.”

“Snakes can crawl in here.”

Yan Yan shrank under Si Jingce’s wing.

“But we can’t live in trees,” he said.

“Who says birds must live in trees? There’s a cliff nearby—you can climb.”

Yan Yan and Si Jingce exchanged a look.

That actually worked.

“Thank you,” Yan Yan said sincerely.

Then he hesitated.

“…Sorry.”

The heron blinked.

Yan Yan confessed everything.

“That writing I taught you yesterday… it didn’t mean ‘I want to eat fish.’”

The heron froze.

“It meant… ‘I am a big cockroach.’”

The heron: …………

“You didn’t show humans yet, right?”

The heron slowly nodded.

He recalled—

Writing the words…

Humans laughing wildly…

Taking photos…

Then feeding him fish…

“What was that black box?” he asked weakly.

Si Jingce said calmly, “A camera. Probably millions of humans will see you standing next to those words.”

The heron’s eyes filled with tears.

Humans are awful.

You two are worse!

With a wail, it burst into tears and flapped away.

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