When I was 8 years old, my father got two little pigeons from nowhere.
My father said to our brothers, "Do you like the little pigeons?" We immediately responded in unison, "Like! ”
"I like to go outside every day to catch more bugs to feed the pigeons. After a month or two the little pigeons grow up and know how to fly, they will be able to go out and look for food. "The little pigeons will grow up to hatch one litter (two) a month, and by the end of the year, we will have more than a dozen pigeons in our family!" ”
"Can we kill and eat the pigeons when they grow up?" I asked my father.
"Absolutely. I raise pigeons so that I can kill them for you to eat in the future, so that you can grow up. But now your main task is to raise the pigeon well and let it grow into a vessel. If you die, no one should want to eat pigeon meat and drink pigeon soup! ”
Since then, my brothers and I have been going outside every day to catch locusts and small fish and shrimp and come back to feed the pigeons. At that time, the pigeons were too small to eat, so they had to be fed. Unexpectedly, after eating locusts and small fish and shrimp for two days, the little pigeons began to thin out, without any spirit at all, and looked sick. My brothers and I were terrified, afraid that the little pigeon would die.
"Dad, why don't the pigeons eat or drink today?" Worriedly, I asked my father, "Are you sick?" ”
"How? Sick after only two days of recuperation? "Looking at my father's appearance, I was also very anxious.
"So what to do?" I asked my father urgently.
"I'll know when I ask your cousin." Father said.
That night, my father had to walk more than a dozen miles to my cousin's house, because the pigeons were caught at his house. The cousin is well-informed and a veterinarian and must know what is going on in the pigeons.
"It doesn't matter," my father said to me as soon as he got home, "your cousin said that pigeons don't eat live food (referring to small animal meat) and get sick when they eat it." Give some rice tomorrow and it will be good to eat. ”
Hearing this, the dangling hearts of our three brothers finally fell.
Sure enough, later, we fed the pigeons half-cooked rice every day, and within a few days, they were very cute and jumping around.
After about a month, the pair of young pigeons, carefully fed by our three brothers, were able to spread their wings and fly high, and when the pigeons flew, they first played two pigeon whistles, which was very dashing. Later, as my father said, by the end of the year, my family had more than a dozen pigeons, and a row of pigeon cages had been made on the walls of the house.
In the second year, our family did not let the pigeons continue to develop, and when the pigeons began to learn to fly, they were killed and steamed to eat, and the meat of the pigeons was beeping, fresh and tender.
Thank you so much to those innocent little pigeons. I would like to thank my father even more, and now that I think about it, how much fatherly love is treasured in that fragrant pigeon! In that era when even chickens could not be raised more, my father was lucky to be able to eat a few pigeons a month for our three brothers to eat a few pigeons a month to increase nutrition and grow their bodies.
(Author/Wu Changhai)
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