This week, I went to Aoba Forest Park.
I go to the Park to see the plum blossoms every year, but this year it seemed to be a little late, and there were few plums in bloom.
While eating lunch in the arbor of the plum garden, I watched many cute white-eyes pecking at the plum blossoms while whispering in the nearby plum tree.
There were various plum trees, but there were no weeping plums.
There is a beautiful light red weeping plum tree across the culvert from the front door of my house.
I went to see it many times, but each time I met white-eyes who came to peck at the plum blossoms.
There is a house in the neighborhood with white weeping plums in the garden.
White-eyes were also there.
They always come with two birds.
They were so cute that I thought it would be a white-eye if I were to become a bird in the next life.