Ah, the rice fields.

In my neighborhood, a grey-headed lapwing said to me, as he looked out upon the fields, “They’re getting greener every second, aren’t they?”

Sighing pleasantly, he added, “Greener, greener, greener.”

There was not much else to say. So I just nodded in agreement.

Then, worrying that he might take my silence for rudeness, I said it, too.

“Greener, greener, greener.”