The destination of the little ducks, the wishes of the big mothers

When the grass is long and the warblers fly red and willow green, there are two more uninvited guests in the green lake of the community, which is a pair of small ducks.

The male feathers are chestnut-brown in head and neck, with a green band distributed from the sides of the eye to the side of the neck, which looks like a big comma; the female duck's full body feathers are tan with dark black spots.

Blue sky and white clouds, breeze, blue waves, two little ducks in the lake to catch fish and shrimp, playing and chasing, ear sideburns grinding, Qingqing me and me.

The little duck is never close to people, and once someone comes, it will wander around, as if to remind people: only look from a distance, not play.

The owners walked around the lake after tea and dinner, three by three and two, and talked about the little ducks, pointed and pointed, and gagd, adding a lot of happiness.

The most enthusiastic are the big mothers in the community, who get together and seriously discuss the life of the little duck, whose surname is, who the family is from, and who is raised.

After several inquiries, many inquiries. The residential property is naturally the place where the big moms patronize the most, and the door handle is dragged down.

In addition to the laborious effort to run the property, the aunts have also issued three or five claim notices in the owner's WeChat group, attached the life photos of the ducklings, and set the final claim deadline in a decent manner.

The days of doing nothing are like faltering old people, but the time of expectation is like a white colt.

The deadline for final adoption set by the aunts is over in a blink of an eye.

The little ducks are still swimming leisurely in the lake, still cold to everyone, never interact with people, and always keep a safe distance from people.

The owner's WeChat group sent messages looking for cats and dogs, completely forgetting the notice that he had once found relatives for the ducklings.

One day, someone in the owner group posted that after professional identification, the duckling was a wild duck, which belonged to the common green-headed duck in the north.

Moreover, the ducklings are not small, they should have flown to the green lake in the spring.

The reason why it looks small is because the area of Green Lake is large, and people look at wild ducks at a distance, resulting in visual errors.

After confirming that it was a wild duck, everyone was very happy.

It shows that the community environment is good, the water quality of Cuihu Lake is excellent, and there are many fish and shrimp in the water, and wild ducks do not worry about eating and drinking.

The so-called home has a plane tree, which attracts the phoenix.

While the mothers are happy, love is even more flooded.

This pair of wild ducks worked tirelessly, came from afar, and had no relatives, who did we not take care of?

The wild duck is our grandson and daughter, and we must take good care of it and cherish it.

Thus, the heart-warming series on the edge of Green Lake was staged.

Every day, people are regularly fed, mainly corn and green vegetable leaves.

Strange to say, since the feeding, I saw that the ducks were fattened.

Occasionally there was no one around, and the little duck had to take two steps up to the shore, and even had the appearance of a big belly and poop, a look of dragging around.

Misfortune depends on blessings, and blessings and misfortunes lie down.

Suddenly, the day and night were not over, and the flat ground thundered.

Some owners said in the group that they had just returned from drinking, passing by the lake, the moon was dark and windy, and saw two black shadows sneaking around, holding tools, jumping up and down, mixed with the screams of ducks, and the ducks were afraid of being unexpected.

yes...

The crowd was filled with surprise.

At dawn, the aunts rushed to the lake first, and found a few messy feathers and a few drops of blood in the grass...

Alas, tragedy still happened.

Fortunately, the she duck escaped the fate.

However, it is more vigilant against humans, and the distance it maintains from people is further expanded.

Time flies, flowers blossom and fall, autumn and winter come, cold winds and snow.

The lonely female duck in the green lake has become a heart disease for the big mothers.

Can it survive the harsh winter in the lake? Why doesn't it fly away? Are you nostalgic for the male duck?

According to the custom, wild ducks are to fly to the warm Yellow River Basin or the middle of the Yangtze River Basin for winter.

The wild ducks are on the surface of the frozen lake, and in the upper right corner is a snowdrift.

In desperation, the aunts dialed the call of the wildlife rescue station.

After a while, the experts of the rescue station came with professional bird-catching equipment, carefully observed the wild ducks by the lake, and gave scientific judgment and advice.

Due to the long-term feeding of humans, the female duck is too heavy to fly;

After the rescue station catches the wild ducks, it will register for the record, do health checks, and be vaccinated;

The rescue station has a special person to feed all rescued wild animals;

Next spring, the aid station will go to Jingyuetan to release the wild ducks back into nature.

Listening to the introduction of the rescue station experts, the aunts were relieved, breathed a long sigh of relief, and agreed to send the wild ducks to the rescue station to feed.

Under the command of the experts, everyone cooperated closely, and also went through some small twists and turns, and finally the wild ducks were safely captured with professional tools.

Goodbye, cute little duckling;

Goodbye, cute wild duck;

Welcome to fly back to Green Lake next spring.