Phyllis A Johnson
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Being neighbors with crows
Although magpies and crows belong to the same family of birds in the order Crow and are taxonomically related, their reputations are vastly different. People regard magpies as auspicious birds, and there are nursery rhymes about magpies calling and coming, and they are also compared to the arrival of happy events. When it comes to crows, we can't help but frown. When I was a child, my grandmother often warned me that if you go out and meet a crow, you should spit on your heels, otherwise, if the crow crows at you, you will encounter bad luck, and if it crows at you three times, the family will die. I was horrified to hear this, and my young mind developed a deep-rooted belief that crows were unlucky birds, the master of bad omens.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Desperate jackals
As I rounded a bend in the mountain, carrying my shotgun and gnawing on a chicken leg, I saw a small jackal standing alone under a small tree by the roadside. This is a still lactating jackal cub, the fleece is as fine as the filaments of a dandelion.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Flock demands snow leopard's release
My Tibetan guide, Qiangba, went to town yesterday afternoon to buy the supplies we needed, and I slept alone in the tent. It was dawn, I was too lazy to get up, warmed up in the nest to read a monograph about the sheep, hoping to find a solution to the current survival crisis faced by the red sheep.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Mild-mannered Red Cliff sheep turn into war mongers
The bright spring light is like a peaceful Buddha's light shining on the red cliff sheep. The strong rams voluntarily gave up the woods they had occupied for the whole winter and came to the grassy hillside. The fragmented situation was broken, and at least on the surface, more than seventy Red Cliff sheep became one group again. The sheep, tormented by hunger, had no time to care about other things and spent all day eating grass, and then lazily laying on the rocks in the sun when they were full.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The ram Great White Horn staged a coup
The massive split of the Red Cliff sheep flock occurred in the early winter season. The snowflakes drifted, the snow line moved down, the Nahu valley froze, the grass slopes were covered with a thick layer of snow, food was scarce, and the sheep had to gnaw on tree bark to sustain their livelihood. In the past, the red cliff sheep flock is a collective shrink food approach to spend the harsh winter in the Goliath Mountains, they are led by the head sheep gray beard, from one wood to another wood, each sheep consciously eat a half-full, limited resources are distributed equally, although not enough to eat, also not starve to death. Winter dawn, each sheep have lost fat, is thin a whole circle, but rarely freezing and starvation.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Grey beard head sheep prestige reduced
Slowly, I noticed a worrying change in the behavior of the Red Cliff sheep. First of all, the leading authority of the head sheep Graybeard is rapidly declining. Greybeard's teeth are about ten years old, this age for the red cliff sheep is not young, and can be classified as the ranks middle-aged; Greybeard's body is not particularly strong, and horns are not wider and harder than other large rams, the reason why it was embraced by the sheep as the head sheep, relying on its vision, smell and hearing is particularly sensitive, almost every snow leopard sneak attack, it is the first to find, the first sheep hooves hit the rocks to the flock It also has a lot of experience in escaping, familiar with the terrain and paths, and never takes the sheep to the cliff without a way out or chooses the wrong escape route to be intercepted by the snow leopard. Because of these two advantages, Greybeard enjoys high prestige among the flock, where it goes, the flock will follow, and no one will ever disobey its command.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Snow leopard in a cage
Qing and I used bowl-thick chestnut stakes to tie a sturdy animal cage under a crescent-shaped cliff next to the wildlife observatory. Then we ambushed the red sheep on the slopes of the Nagu River valley, where they frequent. At dusk the following day, as the pair of snow leopards pursued the sheep with their usual ferocity, I shot them with a tranquilizer gun. They ran with inertia for more than 50 meters before falling headlong into the grass.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of the Red Cliff Sheep
While ordinary sheep are grayish brown, the sheep in Gaoligong Mountain have dark brown and red coats, and in winter, the coats are bright red, running and jumping on the snow-covered mountains, just like a mass of burning fire. The Red Cliff sheep is a unique species in the world because of its gentle temperament and peculiar coat color and is therefore extremely valuable. Unfortunately, the number of red sheep is so small that there is only a small group of them living in the narrow valley of the Nahu River. The local mountain people also know that the Red Cliff sheep is a world-class rare animal and never harm it. The ewes give birth to two litters a year, each with two or three lambs, and their fertility is considered high in the bovine family. According to the guide I hired - Tibetan hunter Qiangba told me that his grandfather had carefully counted when he was young; this group of red cliff sheep have sixty-six, a few days ago I counted with binoculars at the animal observation station, no more, no less, is also sixty-six.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The angry elephant herd
In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of elephants roaring and got up to see that the whole village was in chaos, with dogs barking and people crying out. The men were carrying hunting rifles, long knives, and bows and running to the cattle ranch, while the women and children were crowding onto the balcony of the bamboo building in fear. I hurriedly grabbed a long knife and followed the crowd to the cattle ranch.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Pulling the thorns of an elephant
In those days, it was fashionable to have barefoot doctors. The so-called barefoot doctor is in the lack of medicine in rural areas, some educated young people, to the hospital training for three to five months, issued a medicine box, while working and practicing medicine, to treat some simple diseases for farmers. I was once a barefoot doctor in the frontier countryside.
By Phyllis A Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
