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The puppy in the yard gave birth to four puppies and survived two.
One is similar in color to the tiger's coat, with a faint gold and white; the other is black, like a white that cannot be dyed with ink, and the black is mixed with mottles.
Both little guys have a pinch of white hair at the tip of their tails. According to the superstitions of the older generation, this represents bad luck and is not auspicious.
Perhaps it is in line with the saying that "blessings and misfortunes depend on, and misfortunes and blessings lie down". The two puppies are finally spared the fate of being caught and gradually grow up.
In 2019, Tiger Tiger gave birth to another litter of puppies
In my memory, after the tiger came to our yard, he gave birth to three or four litters of puppies. Most of the time these puppies died prematurely, and those who survived were picked up early.
I think this may be a fortunate thing for Tiger Tiger.
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Tiger Tiger took care of the two little ones alone, and in order to feed them milk, she ran around to forage for food.
The former tiger tiger was swollen and swollen, and the muscles were knotted. Whenever the bell rings, you know she's about to start her day's patrol. The tiger strides with its head held high, proud and mighty, like a strong wolf.
The tiger and tiger who ran for feeding did not have the spirit of the past and quickly lost weight. Her eyeballs became increasingly cloudy, no longer bright and clear. His belly was blackened and he often hung on the ground.
After feeding the two little ones each time, the tiger and tiger lazily lie on the ground and bask in the sun. She wagged her tail slightly, watching the two little ones play, casually scolding, but also with a hint of pampering.
One night, I met Tiger Tiger outside. She was taking out pieces of bone from the scraps scattered next to the trash can, nibbling on the bone marrow inside, occasionally staining the pepper, so hot that she stuck her tongue out.
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At first, the two little ones were a little afraid of life, and only curled up in the nest and snoozed; it didn't take long for them to stick their little heads out of the nest and secretly observe their surroundings; then the whole neighborhood became their playground.
"Wang Xiaohei" peeked outside
Every time they came closer, the two little ones pounced on their little short legs and tore at my shoelaces and pant legs. They bite each other, play, lick each other, and roll together.
Suddenly remembered, when the two little ones were just born, the tiger and tiger stood in front of the house and did not let anyone get close.
I used to feed her and almost got bitten several times. Later, I stopped getting close and just threw a few pieces of sausage far away until the little ones grew up.
Licking the love of calves, all things exist.
Animals are still like this, let alone human beings?
Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers of the world!!
Even, all fathers are the same.
Shoot with the Nikon D3000
Photography, post-production 丨 Piglet
Written by 丨 Piglet