Blue. Bright, blue.

Robbins Egg Blue, I knew there was such a color. Slightly green bright empty color.

But this is the first time I've seen the real thing. Bright blue eggs as if they've been cutting out the sky. Eggs of this color really exist.

Look at the twinkly blue eggs... I'm totally obsessed.

'Cause in the bird's nest in the next tree, there's blue! Blue! I almost gave up on the idea that it doesn't exist in nature. Blue!

I definitely want to paint this!

I forgot to draw a bird once. Because the eggs were blue. I can't help it.

I pass on the branches and move on to the next tree. I feel pretty dangerous, but I can't help it.

Luckily the lighter body supported my weight without breaking branches anywhere.

Carefully, but hurriedly, we head for the bird's nest. Sometimes it was dangerous, but still I didn't stop moving on.

... so, 10 minutes.

I managed to get into the bird's nest.

Sigh leaks unexpectedly.

A bright blue egg was in a position to be touched with my hand.

I think it's about 30 cm in size. It's about my head. So, the surface is tight and shiny... blue!

From a distance, it was unrealistic and the shards in the sky seemed to be falling, but even if I looked at it up close like this, it was still strange. How can it be such a color? Because it's beautiful? No, don't you have that...

There are a total of 3 eggs in the bird's nest. If there was a broken egg shell, I would have gotten it, but unfortunately, there is no egg shell in particular.

... all three eggs here, living eggs, I wonder, No, although maybe it's an inebriated egg.

But if it's a living egg, I'm gonna hurt this egg and paint it... hesitate, hey. I knew it.

I held one up to try and felt slightly warm and made me hesitate to hurt my eggs even more.

"... I don't know what to do"

I want blue paint. So I want this egg shell.

Then I want to draw that bird who would probably be using this nest.

But... um, what shall we do?

As I pondered, I held my eggs and looked up at the sky blurry...

"... Oh, thank you, excuse me, I will..."

A giant bird and an eye for an eye.

... Cold sweat all at once.

Wouldn't this be a bad idea?

'Cause if you look at me from this bird, you go into your nest on your own, and you're a suspicious person with your own eggs, right?

To deceive you, I'm holding an egg tight.

The bird in front of you, it's big. If I spread my wings, the bird's head, which is about 5m, is much bigger than mine. Maybe if I spread my beak, it would be as easy as my head...

"No, I'm not. I didn't do anything wrong. Nothing, I didn't come after the eggs. I just thought it was beautiful... I didn't even touch the eggs, but I didn't scratch them, so..."

I hastily tried to elucidate that, but does it make sense to talk to a bird? See, the bird looks surprised and tilts his neck...

... the bird looks surprised.

The bird. Give me a look.

... Is this possible?

"Um, go into the nest on your own, I'm sorry. I'll be right out."

But maybe... this bird, the words make sense. I put my eggs gently on the spot, twitching, and retreating, saying that to the bird with such hopeless hope. Outside the bird's nest.

... but the birds didn't allow it.

"Ah."

The beak of the bird grows. My shirt collar is grabbed and I'm pulled back into the nest.

And I am dragged into a bird's nest and defeated. [M] For falling off his back, the bird's nest seemed to absorb the shock and the pain was less.

But when I couldn't move, I looked up at the bird that looked down at me... and watched the beak looming again in slow motion.

I was followed. [M] Don't hesitate.

When I got stuck but managed to round my body trying to protect my head and stomach, I stopped being stuck.

Instead, the bird cleverly rolls the egg and pushes it between my stomach and my knees.

... and the bird flew away.

"... that?

And I, completely out of my mind, couldn't understand the situation... just laying there holding my eggs.

It is a mysterious situation at all.

What the hell am I doing? [M]

In the meantime... they didn't kill me. Yeah. That was really lucky. I'd be dead if that giant bird stuck me on, and I knew I'd die if they dropped me off this tree. I was really lucky to have survived.

But... what the hell is this situation?

I'm holding three eggs right now. Once that bird created this situation, that bird wanted me to do this, I think...

"Wow."

If I thought so, the bird came right back. And then he pushes the nuts on his beak against my mouth.

Eat, I thought you meant, so I ate for now.

... tasted like a spicy persimmon. What is this? Oh, speaking of which, don't you feel bitter about birds? No, but this flavor is terrible nonetheless. He's fine for being sinister and bitter, but the hard part is, hey.

He spent his time staring at the bird as he fell asleep without knowing what to do with the mysterious flavor that spread all over his mouth.

... As I stood still, I was feeling kind of sick. Lazy. My body is hot. I feel like it's because of the fruit just now. Chili peppers helped to keep the body warm. I wonder if that kind of effect would have been fruitful earlier. Or simply, did you get tired while you were sleeping?

I'm sick. I can't get out of a tall tree like this anymore. Carp on slab. Me in the bird's nest. With that feeling, I decided to give up and stand still already.

Then the bird stroked me and my eggs with wings... and flew away again.

... so I realized.

"Maybe... you mean keep it warm?

Apparently, I'm being made to hug eggs. [M]

It's sleepy, lazy and hot, and most importantly, it's what the birds entrusted me with, so I can't help it. I decided to keep the eggs warm. [M]

I got chilly along the way, so I took the blanket out of my bag and wrapped every egg I had. I'm not as big as that bird, so it's a little hard to keep three eggs that are about 30cm hot on my own body alone.

Continue to warm up 3 eggs while rolling appropriately and switching places.

... Nevertheless, it's a mystery.

Why am I doing this? [M] When I got a little chilled out, this started to feel weird.

A giant bird's, a giant egg, warming.

I wonder why this happened. I would have come to paint that bird. But the eggs were beautiful, so when I went into the nest, I did this...

...... yeah. Maybe we should have moved a little more carefully.

Then some time later in the evening, the bird returned.

"Oh, welcome back...?

The bird looked down at me... especially not attacking me, but pressing the nuts on my beak against my mouth.

I wonder if you want to eat. Maybe I'm being raised? Are you being fed?

"I don't like it. This isn't good."

I tried to refuse, but the birds are sloppy without any trouble, so I ate them because I couldn't help it. The taste was the same. Terrible.

When he saw that I had eaten the nuts, the bird came into the nest. And he sat next to me and closed his eyes.

... Apparently, he's going to sleep.

What shall I do? Can I go home now if the bird sleeps? [M] But it's also kind of unsettling to leave the eggs alone...

... No. Let's stay here today. Anyway, there's nothing but a tent at home, and we'll sleep together no matter where.

That makes me kind of sleepy. Is it because of the nuts or because I'm tired? I knew somehow, my body was hot. I feel hot. Fire. No, this. I'm not in good shape to move on a tree in the dark.

Then I can't help it. There is one thing to do.

... Good night.

Good morning.

When I woke up, the bird was in front of me and it was bad for my heart inside. And, as usual, my health was weird.

... but something has changed a little.

That something is moving around my stomach.

"... hmm?

I rolled the blanket and the egg that was closest to my stomach was moving.

And.

And it came to pass in the egg, and the chick of the bird came out of it.

Then they were making me hug eggs again, but that's fine.

More importantly, a bird was born. I mean, the eggs broke. You should have used the egg shell by now, so you can have it from me.

Fragments of the broken egg shell are only those of large eggs in boulder and are quite thick. Seems like the only thing that's blue is the surface, but enough. With this, I'm sure you'll be able to make blue paint.

One more thing in the evening, the eggs hatched. Then the next morning, one more thing.

By then, my health was back to normal, so I can get off the tree now.

I bid farewell to a piping bird chick and some satisfying giant bird before such a chick...

... Before I got off the tree, I decided to draw a family of newborn birds before returning.

I had a giant bird split the nuts along the way. Now he's delicious for what he wants. Nothing. I didn't get sick either.

Is this meant to be a thank you for the egg hug? That means the guy who wasn't fed yesterday, after all, something like this... was it meant to raise my temperature and make it the optimal temperature for my eggs? I don't know. I'm so scared of that.

... well no. It's an honor to help the Birds.