Golden Fishery

If Qin Shiou hadn't dealt with old James before, and knew that he was serious, he would have thought the old man was joking about him.

Is this a bald eagle? This guy with taupe feathers that looks like a gray pigeon is the famous American national bird?

Qin Shiou didn't know much about seabirds, so he was surprised when he heard old James' words.

Old James was also very surprised, and asked, "Can't you recognize it? This is a baby bird of a bald eagle, a very small guy."

Qin Shiou felt ashamed of his ignorance, and murmured: "Well, isn't the bald eagle's head snow-white? Isn't its beak golden? Why is it so--uh, such a bird?"

After hearing what he said, old James laughed and explained: "My boy from the East, you don't know enough about the bald eagle. This bird is like an ugly duckling. Its feathers were dark brown when it was a child, and it was ugly. But when it grows up If it grows bigger, it will undergo a radical change and become the magnificent sea eagle king!"

Only then did Qin Shiou understand what was going on. He hadn't paid attention to this kind of raptor revered as a divine bird by North American natives before.

Old James pointed to the big tree next to him and showed it to Qin Shiou. It was a tall North American redwood, more than 30 meters high and nearly two meters in diameter. The tree is a landmark with the name of the lighthouse.

North American redwood is one of the four tallest trees in the world. In California, where it is native, it can often grow to a height of more than 100 meters and a diameter of more than eight meters. It can be called a land giant.

There is a bird's nest at the top of the trunk of this redwood tree, which is made of branches and sticks. Qin Shiou could feel its magnificence.

Old James pointed to the bird's nest and explained: "There lived the Bush and Barbara couples. They are the only pair of bald eagles in our harbor. You know, Qin, this kind of bird is rare now, and we keep encroaching on it." Their habitat, the use of bis-p-chlorophenyltrichloroethane insecticides that prevent them from laying eggs properly. It makes them less and less."

"Also, the way this bird reproduces makes them rare. The female bird in the bald eagle starts to hatch after laying the first egg, and lays a second egg early in the hatching period, causing the chicks to hatch. The dates can be several days apart, so the chicks that hatch first tend to be much larger than the chicks that hatch later."

"In this way, when food is scarce, the big chicks that hatch first will eat the young chicks that hatch later as food!"

Qin Shiou grinned, Nima tigers do not eat children, this bald eagle is enough for a nest, and the elder brother and sister can use the younger brother and sister as food?

But it's normal to think about it.

The more brave and skilled the birds and beasts are. The more cruel and harsh the living environment is, otherwise they will not be able to polish their unruly and sturdy temperament.

For example, Qin Shiou's hometown used to raise mastiff dogs. When nine puppies were born in a litter, they would be stuffed into the cellar after they grew out their deciduous teeth and let them kill each other. The last one that survived would be able to shake the mountains. Look at the mountain mastiff.

Old James squatted down, pulled the little eagle, and said regretfully: "Barbara will give birth to two children every year. I don't know why. The children of her and Bush always like to fight, and the big chicks will kill them. Little chick. This little bird should have fallen from the nest after being attacked by his brother, but unfortunately its wings haven't grown yet. It can't fly, so it can only be opened to buffer..."

As he spoke, Old James shook his head in frustration.

Qin Shiou saw that the little eagle was still struggling slightly, and said, "It's not dead yet, let's see a doctor for it now, can't it be saved?"

Old James said helplessly: "The vitality of the bald eagle is very tenacious. Even if its head is chopped off, it can fly several kilometers. But this little guy is over, my boy. Falling from a height of 30 meters, even if you spread your wings to buffer No. Its guts were broken too, and now it's just a flashback."

Thinking of the majesty of the bald eagle he had seen on TV or movies before, Qin Shiou felt itchy in his heart, and he asked, "Old man, can I take this little bird away?"

Old James shrugged and said, "You can do whatever you want, but I advise you not to waste your time, this little thing is destined to meet God."

Qin Shiou carefully held the little eagle in his hands, and hurried to the yacht. Old James shouted behind him: "Don't expose the little eagle's body when you are at sea, and be careful not to cause trouble! The sea watchman won't listen Your explanation!"

The U.S. Wild Bird Protection Act stipulates that fishermen are not allowed to kill birds when they go to sea. In addition, the bald eagle is a first-class protected bird in the Washington Convention, and it is illegal to trade and kill the bald eagle.

The sea monster and Shaq were shopping, replenishing bait and other accessories for the boat. Seeing Qin Shiou hurriedly running to the yacht to ask what was wrong, Qin Shiou had no time to talk to the two of them. into the water.

With such a jolt by him, the little eagle, who was already at the end of his life, almost died, and his tender mouth was covered with bloodshot eyes.

After being put into the water, Qin Shiou frantically drove the Poseidon's energy into it in all directions. The little eagle lay powerlessly in the water, eyes closed, motionless.

"Shit! Fuck it!" Qin Shiou kicked the basin resentfully, and the basin swayed. The little eagle inside fluttered its wings, opened its eyes weakly, and looked at Qin Shiou in panic.

Seeing the little eagle's reaction, Qin Shiou was overjoyed, and he hurriedly continued to infuse the little eagle's body with the Seagod's energy. As long as the little thing had a breath, he believed that he could save it.

Shaq and the others boarded the yacht in a panic and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Only Qin Shiou went to the surrounding children just now, Shaq and the sea monster and others didn't have such a leisurely mood, so they didn't know about the little bald eagle.

Qin Shiou raised his fingers and hissed, looked outside pretending to be nervous, and took the wet little eagle out from behind.

"God, bald eagle!" cried the sea monster.

Shaq covered his mouth, and asked Qin Shiou carefully, "Hey, where did you get this?"

Whether in the United States or Canada, the bald eagle is a species that is prohibited from being traded and secretly raised. It is more protected than rare birds such as Darwin's rhea, sword-billed pheasant, emperor woodpecker, and Cuban hook-billed kite. After all, it is a national bird.

Qin Shiou shrugged and said, "I picked it up. Those children found this little bird that fell from the tree. They thought it was dead, so I picked it up."

Seagod energy is not a quick-acting heart-rescue pill, the little bald eagle is still wilting now, it is lying weakly in Qin Shiou's hands, it is so weak that it is difficult to open its eyes.

Shaq and the sea monster looked at each other, and just about to say something, Qin Shiou waved his hand and said, "Don't persuade me to give it back to anyone, this little guy is mine now, and I want to take it back to Farewell Island."

"Then take it back, I hope it can leave the United States safely." Shaq said, anyway, this is a bird obtained from the United States, and it would be better to bring it to Canada.

Qin Shiou built a nest with wood powder in the corner of the yacht, and put the ugly little bald eagle in it.

The little bald eagle looked listless, half-opened its eyes and looked at Qin Shiou, then stuffed its head into its wings and fell down to take a nap.

Seeing its lazy and ugly appearance, Qin Shiou originally wanted to name it Chouchou, lazy egg or something like that, but later remembered that its father was named Bush, so he patted its little head and said, "Okay, you can call it George W. Bush."

The main reason was that he felt that Bush Jr. seemed to sound better than Ugly and Lazy. Huzi and Leopard groaned in dissatisfaction: Dad, my brothers have something to say about the name. (to be continued)