Early the next morning, Chen Chen was awakened by a strange noise. It was the clamorous, amusing sound of bird call. It seemed as if a thousand birds were chirping at once, which was pretty annoying.
Chen Chen blearily unplugged his phone's charging cable and checked the time. It was around seven in the morning.
As he was woken up by the noise, Chen Chen looked a little grumpy. He got out of bed and opened the curtains of the French window to see who had disturbed his sweet dreams.
A great fog filled the space between sky and earth. Even the morning sun seemed hazy. On the beach dozens of meters away, there was a large flock of crimson shorebirds. The strange bird cries Chen Chen had heard came from them.
Those should be the famous flamingos.
