eurekapd Chapter 371 - 369: Catching a Chicken, As If Nobody Else Knows How
Chapter 371 - 369: Catching a Chicken, As If Nobody Else Knows How
Sneaky and furtive, furtive and sneaky.
Not fearing death, the Yellow-throated Marten was slowly approaching.
Chen Ying watched coldly as those little fellows courted death; there was nothing to be done—nature was just that cruel.
He certainly could have scared away those bold martens, but the problem was if they were to fail this time, they'd still dare to try next time.
The saying "having the cutest face, but throwing the fiercest punches" described them perfectly.
Two Yellow-throated Martens lay in ambush, before and after the falcon, but the latter took flight before danger struck, circling in the sky and swooping down, snatching one of the martens that hadn't managed to retreat in time.
That marten was gripped by the throat in the claws of the falcon, carried up into the sky, and then, as the falcon released its hold, the marten fell from the heavens.
Fortunately, Chen Ying dodged swiftly; otherwise, he would have really had a marten on his head.
And who knows if his head would've still been perched on his neck at that time.
The other lucky Yellow-throated Marten hid among the dense tree branches, still in shock. After a while, it hurriedly leaped down from the tree. Before long, the sorrowful cries of a pheasant came from the bushes in the spacious woods.
Moments later, the Yellow-throated Marten, satisfied, dragged its prey away to find a spot to feast on the delicious food and soothe its frightened heart.
(Pheasant: If you've got the guts, catch me! We both have wings, why should I bear it all?)
After being forced to witness the entire spectacle, the onlookers finally let out the breath that had been trapped in their chests.
Though the description took long, the actual event lasted only about ten minutes.
The unfortunate marten lay on the forest floor, its eyes still open in death. Chen thought about it but decided not to move it.
Other animals were still eyeing it hungrily; eventually, this marten would become another animal's meal.
The drama over and their tasks completed, all that remained was the daily monotony of observation, recording, and analysis.
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The little tiger cub wasn't angry, either; it might have been a little upset, but under the gentle consolation of the tiger mother, it cast that sentiment aside.
A young keeper at a certain base was also watching the live broadcast, and upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but comment that the big tiger cub was not very nice. The pheasant might very well have been captured with the help of the little tiger cub; why didn't it share with the little tiger cub?
Another keeper glanced at him without saying a word.
Protecting food was an innate nature of animals, even more so in the wild; there were no wild animals that did not protect their food, except for mothers who would share with their cubs, and most animals would not allow their children near their food as they grew slightly older.
Of course, leftovers were another story; better to benefit one's own children than another beast.
Brother Leopard and Great Bai, those types of males, were the anomalies in the animal kingdom.
The big tiger cub came back, its face covered in blood and debris, looking for the little tiger cub to play, only to be disdainfully kicked away.
The little tiger cub stood up from the mother's embrace, shook itself, and darted back into the bushes with a sprightly trot.