There are winter stories, for example, about Santa Claus and the New Year, there are summer stories, for example, about trips to the country, some people like autumn stories about going to the forest to pick mushrooms or about the first of September, but we are going to tell you a spring story about a very rare bird. Our story happened in April, when the sun was already warming, but in some places there was still snow. It started in an ordinary city apartment, in an ordinary kitchen.