It is brightly colored. The feathers on the head are like black headscarves, and the feathers on the neck are like red scarves, full of black patterns. The feathers on its back are like a black coat, and the feathers on its abdomen are like a white shirt. It is small and exquisite, with a khaki mouth under a pair of bright and flexible eyes.
I put it in a cage, and it was ok for a few days at first, but after a few days, the swallow recovered, but instead of eating a grain of rice or drinking a drop of water, she just slammed her head into the cage. Grandpa said, "He is homesick. Let him go. " But I don't want to let go, because this is my first time to raise birds. The swallow is getting weaker every day. Every time I put it aside, a little bigger swallow will fly to it and scream. Grandpa said, "If you don't let it go, it will die." I let it go because I didn't want it to die.