A canary came to sing on my window this morning.
was bright yellow and had a bewildered look.
I recall with some sadness the story of the canary in the mines, when the workers descended into the ground, taking with him a cage with a canary that was placed near the workplace, if the canary stopped singing and died suddenly, it meant that c ' was an escape of gas and they had to immediately leave the tunnel excavation.
The miners could thus save themselves.
They used canaries to their color clearly visible even in the darkness of dust and the unmistakable singing never stopped except when the bird, which has a very fragile respiratory system, is about to leave the pens.
I've always had a certain sensitivity to perceive certain events before they happen.
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