The Cranberry goshawk hasn't finished shedding yet, but it has already changed most of its plumage. I wanted to show it when it was brand new, but a week ago my mom showed it, not knowing that it was a secret. Now the intrigue is no longer interesting to keep.
Mowing the grass in the Cranberry enclosure is still an adventure. First, drag the hundred-meter wire from the other end of the section, since the trimmer is electric. Remove the hawk from the enclosure, deal with the Cloudberry cat, find it in the enclosure and remove all the hidden bones. Then it takes a long time to deal with the grass and the trimmer, because the grass is constantly wound because of the length and droop. Then the grass needs to be removed, but new rakes, never used, break down here, and I broke the pitchfork yesterday. It is necessary to look for a screwdriver, and in it a drill bit instead of a self-tapping bit. Call Artyom, ask where everything is. Mend pitchforks, take out grass, cover everything with clean sand. Hooray, done! Where did half the day go?!
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