There are quite a few plateau loaches, but they are too small to catch the eye of the old golden eagle.
So I took a day to go to Red Lake, used paper clips as hooks to catch ten fat red lake fish, and put them in the pond again.
In order to prevent the first-class golden eagle from visiting again, I made the pool deeper and covered it with plastic film.
On the 20th, something I never dreamed of happened again.
Suddenly there was a shrill and miserable howl in the sky, which made my scalp numb!
The old golden eagle came down again and landed directly next to the pool. His long and curved aquiline reached into the water, grabbed the female fish with the largest belly, and threw it ashore.
I definitely couldn't afford to offend this big golden eagle, so naturally I didn't dare to go out and disturb the eagle, so I just pretended that I didn't see or hear him and let the eagle do what he did.
In fact, if we want to rank protected animals, the red lake fish can also be ranked.
At least it's Level 2!
The highest level is not impossible.
Although they are all first-level protected animals, there are also levels among them.
Uncle Eagle, the Buddha's nephew, is more powerful than the Red Lake Fish.
Therefore, if you protect animals and kill protected animals, I, a substandard mammal, can only avoid it.
But a few minutes later, I was called to the window by the barking of a bald dog.
After taking a closer look, my heart was shaking wildly and I rushed out of the door, rolled and crawled to the pool.
At the edge of the pool, Uncle Eagle was struggling hard, but he couldn't stand up.
All around the meadow, there was blood so red that it hurt your heart.
Suddenly, I stood on the spot, and my eyes turned red.
The fluttering Uncle Eagle has one paw...
Gone!
To be precise, the claws are still there, but...
The leather was stuck on the meadow, and blood flowed!
Listening to Uncle Eagle's shrill scream, and looking at the red lake fish in Uncle Eagle's mouth, at that moment, I suddenly had a clear understanding.
Uncle Eagle wants to catch the female fish back and feed it to his cubs.
It’s just that Uncle Diao, whose left claw is broken, can’t stand up no matter how hard he tries!
During the strong wind, Uncle Eagle's two wingspan, which was more than two meters long, flapped loudly.
At this moment, I saw another horrific scene.
Uncle Eagle's wings are bleeding too!
The seriously injured Mr. Diao reluctantly took off and flew out by wiping the shutters of the weather station. However, he hit the red flagpole and fell to the ground again.
This time, Uncle Diao flopped countless times and failed to stand up again.
Looking at the bloody broken leg on the ground, looking at Uncle Diao's ferocious and unwilling eyes, and listening to the heart-rending screams bursting out of Uncle Diao's mouth, my heart was deeply hurt, and I rushed forward regardless of my own safety.
A few minutes later, I pushed the Buddha's nephew to the ground and beat him hard!
I surrendered to Uncle Diao, but he also pecked my hand with a bloody hole that was as deep as the bone!
My body, too, did not escape Uncle Eagle's clutches, and was covered in bruises and bruises.
The worst thing is my face!
By the end of August, the three gashes that almost ran through my entire face were still not healed.
After I subdued Uncle Eagle, I should have treated myself first, but suddenly I discovered that the broken claws and wings of Uncle Eagle were not injured by protecting animals, but were caused by humans.
His broken claw was shot with a gun!
The bullet broke Uncle Eagle's claws and penetrated Uncle Eagle's wings!
At that time, my head suddenly exploded and I burst into obscenity.
Sunima!
Who did it?
I'm going to kill him!
Then I immediately gave first aid to Uncle Diao.
Even if his uncle came, Uncle Eagle couldn't repair his broken claw. I had no choice but to perform amputation surgery on Uncle Eagle.
After that, disinfect and explode the severed claws.
In order to avenge Uncle Eagle for hurting me,
I didn't give him any anesthesia.
There are no anesthetics inside the weather station, only cardiac shots and adrenaline.
I cut off the claws forcefully, and Uncle Eagle fainted from the pain.
This is also the first time in my life that I have seen a golden eagle faint.
The blood hole on the wing was a penetrating wound. Although it was serious, it was not fatal and I also treated it.
With Uncle Eagle's current situation, it is unrealistic to want to return to the blue sky and become the overlord, so I can only suppress my dissatisfaction and risk tetanus infection and build a shack for Uncle Eagle as quickly as possible. .
After three full hours, I finally settled the carving.
At this time, the blood from all my wounds had already solidified.
On this day, I had more than a hundred stitches on myself, and more than thirty stitches on my face alone.
There were three wounds on my face, running diagonally from my left temple through the right side of my face. Almost the upper half of my face was invisible.
It's a good thing I wore sunglasses, otherwise, both of my eyes would have been ruined.
But compared to the bloody hole on my left arm, my disfigured face is nothing to mention.
But the worst thing is not the severe pain of more than a hundred stitches during the suturing process, but...
Wound infection!
Both the eagle and the vulture are the overlords of the sky and sky in this snowy plateau, beings at the top of the food chain.
It goes without saying how powerful their claws are.
It goes without saying how lethal the bacteria on the claws are.
That night, my wound became seriously infected.
The specific manifestations are extreme excitement, heartbeat rate is extremely close to 200, and the whole body is unbearably hot. Even if I am naked at three o'clock in the morning, the coldest time, I can't feel the slightest chill.
Thanks to the weather station's complete supply of medicines, I was able to get through the dangerous period after taking two consecutive injections of penicillin and two versions of amoxicillin.
In the next two days, I became extremely lethargic again. I had almost no energy to lie on the bed, and even swallowing dried meat felt difficult.
In the end, I survived by relying on the Nine-Death Resurrection Grass I picked some time ago.
Nine-Death Resurrection Grass, also called Rhodiola rosea!
From the day I got over it, I had a grudge against Uncle Diao.
Every day, I go to see Mr. Diao. My only wish is that he dies. After that, I will eat carved meat!
Eat it roasted, stewed, stir-fried, dried and torn into jerky...
In order to retaliate against Uncle Eagle, I made a specimen of the severed claw and hung it on my chest for him to see.
But my wish did not come true.
