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Animal Story: The Story of Crow

I don't know when crows have become an ominous thing in people's hearts, and everyone hates them. In fact, this is a misunderstanding and a prejudice. In the world of birds, crows have done a lot of useful things for human beings, removing garbage and eliminating pests. Besides, crows live in groups and value friendship. They can be regarded as dutiful sons among birds.

Here, I will tell you a story about crows.

In a small mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River, on a sunset evening, on a towering fir tree, two little crows looked around the bird's nest and cried impatiently, "scratch-scratch!"

Although the voice is hoarse, it travels far and far. This is the crow anxiously calling her mother back.

Two little crows were born this spring. At that time, they were naked, like a small meat ball with a bright red and transparent panel, so thin that even the blood vessels and internal organs in the body could be seen. With the careful feeding of their mother and the strong protection of their father, they finally grew up and are now able to support themselves.

Just like other animals, their growth process is full of difficulties and misfortunes, even great dangers.

Their father died protecting them. Idiom dictionary:

It was a night in early summer. Before the female crow comes back for food, the male crow guards the children who have just grown black fluff.

The male crow is standing on the top of a big tree with his eyes closed. Suddenly, it was awakened by the children's screams. It looked down and saw a poisonous snake more than one meter long swimming near the nest, ready to devour its baby.

"scrape! Scrape! " The male crow gave a frightened cry, his neck hair was fluffy and he was ready to dive.

When the poisonous snake heard the cry of the male crow, it was startled, raised its head and stared at it with green and cruel eyes. At this time, the male crow rushed down like a bolt of lightning and pecked at its body.

The poisonous snake suffered a loss and gave up the fat on its mouth, ready to deal with the male crow first. He knows that if he doesn't subdue the male crow, he won't want to eat the fat and tender little crow.

In the air, those with wings have the advantage after all. After several rounds, the male crow saw that the situation was not good, grabbed the snake's tail, picked it up and flew. It tried to fly high, trying to kill the poisonous snake that fell from the sky.

The poisonous snake was caught upside down, but it was still struggling desperately. Crows fly higher and higher. Just as the crow was about to succeed, the poisonous snake held its head high and gave the crow a hard bite. The crow screamed and fell down with the poisonous snake.

They are mutually assured destruction.

Since then, these two little crows have lost their respectable and lovely father. Today, an ominous sign is coming to them.

As usual, their mother should have returned to the nest by this time. But why didn't you see its shadow today?

"Scratch-scratch-"

They cried anxiously and called out to their mother one after another. The voice is sad and sad. After a while, the sky gradually darkened. They couldn't wait any longer, so they flew up from the tree and screamed and looked for their mother with their eyes.

"gung! Hey! " Finally, in a grassy field, they heard the hoarse cry of the old crow.

Two little crows were pleasantly surprised, flew to Artemisia grass and whispered. They heard the echo and finally found my mother.

Yes, the old crow is in danger today. In the afternoon, it was tired of flying and wanted to have a rest in the tree. Unexpectedly, I was hit by a young man's * * *. It screamed and flew, but in the end it failed to hold up and fell into the Artemisia grass. The dense wormwood prevented young people from finding it. It temporarily saved a life.

Its wings are burning with pain, but it dare not make a sound. It really doesn't understand why humans treat it like this.

At this time, he heard the child's voice, and his eyes shone with joy. With all his strength, he struggled to drag an injured wing out of Artemisia grass.

Two crows saw their mother and flew to her side.

The old crow grinds the children's feathers with its beak and barks softly as if to comfort them. Two little crows silently accepted their mother's caress. As usual, they kissed each other and the family lived a harmonious life.

The little crow was immersed in a deep maternal love, and both of them cried softly, as if urging their mother to go home quickly.

They all flew and looked back at their mother.

However, the old crow failed to fly despite flapping its wings. It croaked with anxiety.

Two little crows flew back at once. One of them crouched down, let the old crow climb on his back, then kicked his feet, flapped his wings and flew.

The old crow flapped its wings to lighten the burden of the little crow and keep its balance.

Although the crow is strong, it is not easy to fly with its mother on its back. It flapped its wings with all its strength, but it still didn't fly high, unstable and wobbly. It only flew forty or fifty meters, so it was too tired to support and had to land.

Then, it's the crow's turn to carry his mother. However, it can only fly a short distance.

In this way, the two little crows flew and stopped for a while, and finally carried the poor mother back to the nest.

The old crow was seriously injured, the wound festered and gave off an unpleasant smell; Dirty pus soaked all the soft grass in the nest.

Two little crows don't think too much about an old crow. They cooperated closely to take away the dirty grass, and I returned the clean and soft grass to make the nest cleaner. Then, two little crows work together, one guarding the old crow, the other looking for food for the old crow and feeding it to the old crow's mouth.

Without the care of the little crow, the old crow may not live for a few days. If it doesn't die of illness, it will starve to death! Because two little crows gave it food and grass for its nest, it lived for another month. Later, he died of his injuries.

In just three or four months, two little crows lost their parents and were extremely sad.

They caught a lot of grass and covered their mother. Then, I brought a lot of dead branches of hay and built a new nest on the side. For three whole days, they stood there silently, guarding their mother's body and never leaving. Maybe this is the bird's "wake" for the dead?

Although the weather is cool in late autumn, the sunshine at noon is still very strong. A few days later, the old crow's body began to rot and gave off an unpleasant smell.

This aroused the curiosity of a greedy wild cat, who was uneasy about his work. He clung to the trunk, his sharp claws scratched on the rough bark and climbed up bit by bit.

"Scratch-scratch-"

Two little crows found this malicious wildcat, shouted at it and warned it.

The wild cat hesitated, but climbed up. Two little crows made a duel, swooped down and shouted "grab". They can't tolerate wild cats stealing mother's body.

Wildcats don't want to show weakness. It raised its beard and made a terrible sound: "Hoo-"while continuing to climb.

"scratch!" A crow is crowing. Jumped at the wild cat and gave it a good peck on the forehead.

The wild cat gave a cry of pain and hurriedly waved its claws to catch the crow. Who knows, Mao didn't catch any hair, but he lost his center of gravity, slipped and almost fell from the tree.

"scratch!" Another crow attacked even more, pecking at the wild cat's eyes.

The wild cat couldn't dodge and was pecked on the eyelid. In this way, two crows, like two bombers, attacked the wild cat in turn, forcing it to turn around and climb down the tree to escape.

Two little crows saved mom's body. A few days later, the old crow's body rotted into a pile of bones and a black feather.

At night, they fly around and scream. What is this?

Ah! It turned out that they were informing their neighbors and "friends and relatives" to attend their mother's funeral.

This is incredible for human beings, but it does happen in the crow's "society". In a short time, crows flew by in groups of three and five, scraping and barking over Cryptomeria fortunei, and their voices were very tragic.

After a while, hundreds of crows gathered here. One of the old crows flew to the nest and stopped. It pulled out all the hay and feathers in the nest, then picked up the bones of the "dead" and flew to the lake not far away.

The crow followed, silently standing behind the old crow.

The old crow put the bones of the "dead man" on the soft sand, and then rubbed them gently with his beak, probably to comfort a dead soul. Obviously, this old crow is a respected "patriarch" in this area, so he is qualified to preside over the "funeral" ceremony.

Then, two little crows came out of the team, stood next to their mother's body, and then picked up the soil with their claws.

After a while, a small pit was dug out.

The old crow gently pushed, and the bone slipped into the into the pit. Then, it ran nearby, picked up a small stone, circled in the sky for a while, and gave a "squeak" cry. The small stone fell into the pit accurately.

The crow immediately became restless. They learned the way of old crows, some with mud, some with dead branches, and threw them into the pit one by one. In a short time, a small "grave" rose here.

The "funeral" was simple, but the scene was tragic. After a while, all the other crows flew away, only two little crows stood motionless on the grave. Perhaps they have to stand a little longer to express their grief.

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