Let me first introduce the country we live in:
There are two small islands in the southwestern Pacific Ocean, which are difficult to spot by humans due to their depths in the sea and their small size. Until 900 years ago, the Alpine people living in Taiwan drifted here on a sampan, and the Alpine people were tattooed with various patterns of black and black like pointed hairs, and they became local Maori people. In the eighteenth century, the Netherlands discovered these two small islands, because this island resembled zealand in the Netherlands, it named the island New Zealand, so the English name of the island is New Zealand.
We live here.
At the beginning, like other birds, it had long wings, wide feathers, and often made kiii-wiii calls, so people called us kiwi birds, and Chinese called us "kiwi" birds.
Because it is the last place for human discovery, unlike other continents that have suffered great damage, such as years of war, the deadly Black Death and other man-made disasters, there are no natural enemies such as snakes and weasels. Dinosaurs know it, we are the same age, they died long ago, but we are still alive, we can live to be more than thirty years old, 70 million years old, and our race still lives here.
A quiet place, eating and drinking, is really our paradise. Slowly we became lazy, ate and slept all day, slept and ate, and spent three or four hours every night looking for something to eat, and the remaining twenty hours were only sleeping. I didn't go to sleep in the tree, but just dug a hole in the ground and fell asleep.
Since there was no fright, we did not need to take off and land, and slowly our wings disappeared, and even the feathers were not wide and sharp, and became soft hairs attached to the body. Birds don't have wings, you say strange is not strange, for this reason, many Chinese call us "strange" birds. Not only do we have no wings, but even the other birds here, like us, have lost their wings in a stupid way.
We were getting more and more numerous, and soon there was no more space on the island. For the sake of the long-term development of our race, very early, our ancestors made a "family planning" policy of "one couple having only one child" to reduce our survival pressure. In order to raise the only baby of our two sons, we have taken a series of "eugenics" measures:
Rest well. More than twenty hours of sleep a day is guaranteed to maintain good physical condition.
Nutritious enough. In order to strengthen the nutritional balance, the recipe not only has earthworms, insects, spiders and other invertebrates, but also aquatic organisms such as eels and shrimp to eat every three or five minutes, and sometimes to spice up the taste of fruits and the like to achieve sufficient vitamin nutrition.
Refreshed. Monogamous, our husbands, are model husbands, never cheated, take care of the family, and even, on the issue of having babies, we old ladies only care about laying eggs, and the boring and tedious hatching work is managed by those masters, and we just nag and lala at the gate to maintain a high degree of optimism.
There is a little bit of bad, we old ladies can suffer from the old nose sin. Because of the good rest, nutrition, and refreshment, the egg rises up in our stomachs and grows to a third of our body weight, destroying our beautiful lines, alas! There's no way!
Even more unfortunately, when humans came to this small island, they cut down trees, reclaimed wasteland, destroyed our homes, and brought with them many of our natural enemies. No, our neighbor's four-meter-tall giant moa, the world's largest New Zealand eagle, and more than forty other animals have been wiped out. We only live on Stewart Island and in a handful of national forests.
Death is pressing on us! Woohoo! My life is over!