A Sunny Day Birdwatching in the Mountain
My dad and I went birdwatching in the mountain last Sunday. We brought binoculars and a bird guidebook. The first bird we saw was a red-billed leiothrix—its feathers were bright yellow and red. We spotted a woodpecker pecking a tree; the sound echoed in the forest. Dad pointed out a kestrel flying high in the sky, looking for food. I took photos of the birds with my dad’s camera, being careful not to make noise. A park ranger told us the mountain has over 50 kinds of birds. We sat on a rock and ate sandwiches, listening to the birds sing. On the way back, I saw a nest with baby birds. Birdwatching taught me to appreciate quiet moments. I learned that the mountain is a home for many beautiful creatures.