Being neighbors with crows 02

They had wings and could shit on my head from above. I didn't have special powers, so I stood on the roof and puckered up my butt, but I couldn't spray my droppings into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

My head and face were covered with crow droppings, and it took me three showers with two bars of soap to clean my body of the foul smell. For several days in a row, I had to use a basin upside down on top of my head, Madoka ancient warrior wearing a helmet before I dared to go out.

One day at noon, half a month later, I went to the pond to pluck rice and wash vegetables. The adult crows had all flown out to feed, leaving only some fledglings on the linden tree that had been in their shells for more than two months and were not yet fully feathered, sticking their furry heads out of the nests made of dead branches and straw from time to time and making unpleasant croaking sounds. Suddenly, the sky cast a thick black shadow, the sound of wing vibrations, chirping, chirping, chirping, spilling a series of loud and clear birdsong. The red-billed blue magpie is a close relative of the magpie, so beautiful that peacocks would be jealous, with a purple body and wing feathers, a handful of gray and blue on top of the head, a shiny black neck and forehead, an orange-red beak, orange-red feet, and long black and white tail feathers, like ribbons fluttering in the wind. Immediately, the linden tree was filled with the screams of small crows, and the green linden leaves, black crow feathers, and golden straw from the nest sprinkled down like a tricolor snowfall.

The red-billed blue magpies have a habit of attacking the nests of other birds and preying on their chicks and eggs, and I know that at this moment, the red-billed blue magpies are killing the young crows. I hope that the red-billed blue magpies will soon wipe out the little crows in their nests and permanently occupy the linden tree as my new neighbors so that I can see the colorful auspicious birds and hear their songs every day.

As the mournful cries of the linden tree grew louder and louder, the entire canopy became a slaughterhouse, and the young crows that had not yet been caught by the red-billed blue magpies came out of their nests and jumped down from the tree without a second thought. Their tender wings were unable to lift their bodies in the air and they could only do so without falling straight down to their deaths. I don't know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate choice, but the little crows jumped down in the direction of the pond where I was panning for rice and washing vegetables, and they flapped their wings desperately, but they were still blown by the wind and fell diagonally.

We used to know each other, and almost became neighbors.

The purple-red-billed beak cackled and cackled, and the long tail feathers swung like a rudder, swooping down toward me, and the sharp crow's claw scratched my right arm, which hurt like a hot frying pan, and with a shiver, the yellow deer fell out of my hand, like a yellow leaf, and attached itself to the abyss.

The red-billed blue magpies flew to my head and back, fluttering around me, clamoring angrily, scratching and pecking at me, these beautiful crows, but not kind-hearted, knew that if I let go or slipped, they would fall off the wall like the yellow deer and fall into a pancake, grabbing my arms and thighs. Soon, my pant legs and cuffs were torn to shreds, arms and thighs like crawling earthworms burst up a bloodstain.

The most abominable is the purple red beak, which flew to my head, a sharp beak pecking my eyes, in the have to peck out my eyes as a glass bead play frame, I was so scared that I rushed to bury my face in the arms. I am climbing on a cliff, the key is to see and choose the right footing for each step, a slight mistake, will be a mistake. Now the purple-red beak wouldn't let me look up, so I was like a poor lizard, scarfing on the wall, not daring to move a single step, suffering from the attack of the crow.

I moaned and cursed loudly, but there was nothing I could do.

Soon I was drenched in sweat, my limbs were weak, my wounds were on fire, and I could hardly support myself.

At that moment, I suddenly heard the cawing of a familiar crow in the sky, and immediately, the red-billed blue magpies relaxed their attack on me, and the purple-red beak flew away from my shoulder.

It was a flock of crows led by a tall hat fighting a fierce battle with the red-billed blue magpies. The crows came to seek revenge on the red-billed blue magpies.

At first, I saw the tall hat with only 50 or 60 crows flying around the edge of the big green tree, and the purple-red beak with half a dozen red-billed blue magpies swooping down on the group of crows. The red-billed blue magpies were much larger than the crows, and their numbers were superior. The crows could not resist and turned to flee, with the red-billed blue magpies trailing behind them aggressively. Suddenly, like a black rocket, the tall hat emerged from the crow flock and rose straight up into the sky, emitting a long whine as it soared. With the soaring of the high hat and the unique call, I saw that a large group of crows suddenly flew out from behind a mountain bay about a hundred meters away from the nesting place of the red-billed blue magpies, like a black torrent released by the opening of the floodgates, and the sound was broken in the twinkling of an eye. The red-billed blue magpies who were chasing the high hats in the sky were in turmoil and turned around to save their nests and eggs. The high hats fell straight down like a black meteor with a convergence of wings in the sky, and only when they landed on the group of red-billed blue magpies did they brush their wings and fly over the back of the purple-red beak, croaking ---- and grabbing a handful of blue feathers on the back of the big purple-red beak. The red-billed blue magpies had no desire to fight and flew hastily towards the big green tree. Before they could fly back to their nest, the group of crow ambushers had finished sweeping the dozens of crow nests on the big green tree and then, forming a dense formation, flew over to meet the red-billed blue magpies. The red-billed blue magpies not only had a numerical disadvantage and had their nests destroyed, but also had a psychological disadvantage, and they were in chaos like a pot of porridge, flying away in all directions. fall.

When the purple-red beak died, the red-billed magpie flock immediately became a scattering of sand, each going it's way.

The huge flock of crows sang a song of triumph and a black flag flying in the sky.

I sat on the edge of the cliff and watched in amazement as the crows were the most disciplined soldiers in the world and the flock was the most valiant and warlike army in the world, and King Crow's high hat was a first-class military man.

When I killed a chicken or a fish, I hung the intestines on the bamboo fence for my black neighbors to eat, and I often left broken glass and buttons at the door to satisfy their strange desire to collect them. I will always shake my wings in the air to me, with a calm voice, greeting me, to my water pond to pluck rice, is drinking the high hat will even jump to a step away from me, pecking at the rice I dropped on their ground when I playfully want to reach out and grab it, it only agile beat wings and fly away.