This one-clawed dead bird has a life as hard as mine!
In the past few days, he had been lying motionless, almost lifeless.
It took a full week before the dead one-clawed bird came back to life and began to toss endlessly.
The shrill screams made my head hurt every day.
But I have nothing to do with this first-level protected animal. I can only offer it like a Buddha, treat it with good fish and meat, and hope that he will recover as soon as possible and get out of the house as soon as possible.
After half a month of practicing breathing and breathing, the one-clawed dead bird could barely stand up, and its appetite was more than three times better than the week before it was born and died.
But he was still recovering from the puncture wound to his wing, which made him very restless and even worse.
Feeling offended, I threw a snowshoe rabbit into the shack and turned around to leave.
When I passed by the bald dog, I deliberately kicked the beast again.
This evil beast chose to sit back and watch the fire from the other side when I was attacked by the giant dead bird.
It is indeed a dead dog that cannot be raised!
Today, there is no food for him!
After returning to the kitchen, I finished my first vegetable meal on the plateau, shot out a sounding balloon to record data, carried a maritime phone number in my hand, and went out to start my eastward tour.
The east side is the way I came here, and the situation is quite familiar.
The terrain here is relatively the highest, and it is a branch of the Hoh Xil Mountains. There are not only ice fields but also glaciers, which is an excellent place for the growth of the Nine-Death Resurrection Grass.
In addition, my eastward tour also has a purpose, which is to prepare a few wild yaks for domestication experiments.
My sentence of being stationed at the weather station is twenty-four months, which is enough time for me to do many, many things.
The main reason why wild yaks need to be domesticated is one.
That 212 rotten Jeep is terminally ill and probably won't last long.
Once the rotten jeep stops working, I will become a cripple and will no longer be able to do patrols.
If something happens one day in the future, I will have no choice but to die here.
After September, winter will come, when the mountains will be closed by heavy snow and there will be no transportation. If something happens, the result will still be death.
My plan is that if wild yaks cannot be domesticated, then it is possible to get a few Tibetan wild donkeys to test the waters.
No matter what happens, in winter, when food is scarce and snow leopards, wild wolves or brown bears come running through the door to sing the lotus blossoms, these Tibetan wild ass and wild yaks can help me out a few times.
The headquarters has regulations that, unless absolutely necessary, the elderly and ladies in Hoh Xil must not be the first to take the initiative to attack.
But protecting animals and eating protected animals is the natural law of natural selection.
After closing the door and starting the engine, the whole body of the rotten Jeep began to shake. Various parts of it made clanking noises, and there seemed to be the sound of screws falling to the ground.
Just as he was about to put the car into gear and start, a black shadow jumped out from the steps, entered the car window, and landed firmly on the passenger seat.
The bald dog actually went on a tour with me for the first time! ?
He turned his head and glanced sideways at the bald dog, but what he heard in return was the high-pitched and low howling of the bald dog.
Judging from the bald dog's expression, he seemed to dislike my car.
Too.
Because of the special nature of the Hoh Xil Meteorological Sounding Station, the special cars assigned to the sounding station by the World Meteorological Organization are all Pajeros.
The seats in this car are all self-heating leather. No wonder the bald dog despises my crappy Jeep.
I really wanted to drive the bald dog away, but finally gave up.
In this forbidden wilderness that can kill people with coldness, I am lonely. How can a bald dog not be lonely?
It’s better to have a dog by your side than to explore alone.
Although, this evil beast still holds a grudge against me for shaving him.
Perhaps because he stayed in Hoh Xil for a long time, the bald dog also developed a taciturn character. Along the way, there were bumps and vibrations, and the bald dog stood on the passenger seat and stared straight ahead, like a very powerful pioneer leader.
If you add a pair of sunglasses to this evil beast, it will look like a real kobold.
This evil beast does exist
Interesting.
The weather in Hoh Xil is relatively stable at the end of August. I just took a sounding mission today and sent the data. I have a full seventy-two hours of free time.
I decided that this time, I must complete two targets.
The car first drove to the ice field area at the foot of the glacier, and I quietly climbed up the mountain with a backpack on my back.
I did not go to the ice field, but concentrated the search area on the edge of the junction of the ice field and the meadow.
This is where Rhodiola rosea grows.
After a round of searching, Rhodiola rosea was not found, but I got into a fight with the bald, iron-covered beast.
At noon, we came down from the ice field and prepared to make a fire and cook on the spot.
Suddenly, a rat rabbit jumped out from under the meadow nearby. It ran rampantly, knocked down the cooking utensils, and ran back.
Adhering to the principle that I would rather kill the wrong person than let go, I raised my hand and shot the rat and rabbit down, and waved my hand at the bald dog next to me.
However, the bald dog didn't even look at me, let alone obey the order to pick up the rabbit. Instead, he turned his body and his head to the side with a look of disdain on his face.
My desire to drive the bald dog out of the house became stronger, so I got up alone to pick up the rat and rabbit.
This pika is quite big, weighing about six or seven taels. It is considered a super fat one among the plateau pikas.
When I was about to chop up the rabbit on the spot, suddenly, two large rats and rabbits flew past me at ten o'clock.
Before I could even blink, a strong wind blew around me. The bald dog was as fast as lightning and caught up with the brown pika on the left. He pressed both claws on the pika's back and bit the pika's neck.
The sound of grinding teeth went from high to low, but within a few seconds, the rat and rabbit made no sound.
I couldn't help being surprised.
Next, the bald dog did something that shocked me.
The huge tiger's head flicked, and the breathless pika was thrown aside. He jumped across the two-meter-wide small pond, and before another pika got into the nest, he bit the pika's tail and forcefully pulled it away. Drag it out of the hole.
Then, with one mouthful, the rat and rabbit died instantly.
This fast, accurate, steady and ruthless killing move stunned me! .
But this is not the end.
The bald dog first carried the rat and rabbit back to the original place, and then picked up the other rat and rabbit. He slowly walked up to me like a leader returning from target shooting, released his mouth, stuck out his tongue, howled twice, and turned around indifferently. gone.
At this moment, my face felt a little hot!
