Red foxes have a habit of clearing their nests, which is when adults violently remove their yearlings from their nests and force them to leave their homes. This is to reduce the food pressure in the same territory and to free up space for the next crop of young. At the age of one, the young foxes are not yet capable of living independently, and overnight they are turned into wandering children with no one to depend on. According to zoologists, the highest mortality rate of baby foxes is in the ten days after they are cleared from their nests, and about 30% of them die during this period. In my impression, the red fox clearing nest, selfish and cruel, is a very inhumane bad habit.
It was almost mid-spring, and it was time for the red foxes to clear their nests, and from time to time there were low howls from the adults and screams from the young foxes in the old forest. But I think the female fox, Butterfly Spot, who lives under the water mill behind the cottage, will not clear her nest.
The butterfly spot is young and beautiful, with a very striking butterfly-shaped black spot on her forehead. The previous spring, she married a male fox, Grayback, and gave birth to a small female fox with a yellow chest and a small male fox with a black nose. The butterfly spot would have been considered the happiest female fox in the world, with a strong husband and strong body, lively and lovely children, a safe and secure nest under the water mill, harmony between husband and wife, abundant food, and no worries. Who knows that the sky is unpredictable, the fox also has its misfortune. Two months ago, one day at dusk, I went to the water mill with a load of wheat to grind flour, and saw a family of red foxes lined up in columns from the trumpet-shaped stone trough under the water mill, heading for the banana forest by the river; foxes are diurnal animals, and this family was going out for food; they had just reached the swamp of the river bank when suddenly a giant lizard leaped out of the reeds, a giant lizard is the kingdom of lizards "The lizard, a giant of the lizard kingdom, was more than three meters long and bit the male fox in the forefront with a bite, and the large tail, comparable to the tail of a crocodile, swept the small female fox, who was walking behind the male fox, more than a ten feet away, lying upright on the ground and not moving. The lizard raised its sharp claws and grabbed Butterfly Spot's face, and Butterfly Spot fell to the ground with a whine and rolled on the ground with her claws protecting her face ......
The lizards are holding the gray back of the male foxes and crawling proudly into the reeds.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into. More unfortunately, the butterfly spot two eye sockets bloodshot, eyes were scratched blind.
After this, I saw Butterfly Spot several times holding the tail of the young male fox, Black Nose, like a blind man holding a bamboo pole and following Black Nose out for food. It was extremely difficult for a young male fox, who was only one year and two months old, to find enough food with a blind fox, and sometimes they used ambush tactics to catch rats in front of their holes to feed themselves. The mother and son were soon skinny and bony.
How could a mother fox, who was dependent on her son, clear her nest?
That day, I went to the water mill to pound glutinous rice, and it was almost dark when I suddenly heard the fierce howling of a fox coming from under the water mill. The black snout screamed in protest against his mother's roughness and got up to shake the mud and leaves from his body, trying desperately to squeeze towards the stone trough and return to his cozy nest. The butterfly spot blocked the small stone trough with its body, using its teeth and claws to block the black nose from going home. One had to go in and the other had to stay out. This was quite a typical scene of a red fox clearing its nest, and I was very confused.
It was late at night and both sides were exhausted. The black nose felt that there was no hope of returning to the cave and left with a sad and angry whine.
After I got home, I couldn't sleep all night, wondering why the mother fox Butterfly Spot had to clear her nest when she was blind. Did she foolishly think that a mother fox like her, who had been blinded and broken by a giant lizard, would attract other big male foxes to live with her after she had vacated her nest to have children and start a new life? Early on the third morning, I went to the water mill out of curiosity to see how the butterfly spot lived when left alone in the stone trough.
He was lying at the mouth of the stone trough, not having eaten for two days, and his face was getting more and more emaciated.
At that moment, a large male fox, with shiny fur and healthy limbs, was walking leisurely on the path outside the stone trough, whistling softly on one side. Spring is both the time for foxes to clear their nests and the season for foxes to come into heat, so obviously, the white-pawed male fox is looking for a mate. When walking more than 20 meters away from the stone trough, he suddenly stopped, opened and closed his nose, and sniffed hard a few times, his eyes instantly overflowed with color, his bright red fox fur steeply opened, like a burning flame, he excitedly whistled long and ran towards the stone trough. Its sensitive sense of smell has detected the scent of the opposite sex, and it is impatient to tie the knot.
To my disbelief, the female fox, Butterfly Spot, did not show corresponding excitement, instead, she looked more dejected and buried her face deep into the crook of her arm.
The white-pawed male fox walked up to the butterfly spot and whistled enthusiastically, but the butterfly spot was as motionless as a senseless stone. The white-clawed male fox couldn't help but stick out his tongue to lick and kiss the butterfly spot's forehead. The butterfly spot was probably made a little impatient and abruptly raised his head. A glimpse of spring light on its face, eye sockets like a small lime kiln, with a deadly white light, fox face carved with several scars, ugly to look at. The white-clawed male fox was poured like a pot of cold water, the open fleece closed thanks down, and a strange whistle fled as well as away.
The male animal is also like a human being, and is concerned about youthful beauty, the butterfly spot this look, I'm afraid is given to the big male fox also no which dare to want. What shocked me was that it seemed to understand this, too, with an indifferent expression, indifferent to the departure of the white-clawed male fox.
Alas, why bother to clear the nest? You left the young male fox with a black nose, at least you can still hold your son's tail to catch mice in the forest or pick up scraps of food from the garbage dump, mother and son depend on each other; now you can't move an inch, so you have to wait quietly for death in an empty nest.
I am sure that the mother fox, Butterfly Spot, is now regretting her life.
As the day dawned, I was just about to leave the water mill to go to the dam to plant rice seedlings when suddenly another red fox emerged from the brightly lit grass, with pointed ears, red fur, and a thin face with a dark nose.
In other fox families, it occasionally happens that the young foxes return to their old homes within a few days after being cleared from their nests. The young foxes cannot adapt to the life of a stray and want to return to their parents. However, the adult female or adult male fox will never allow the cleared children to return. Once the nest is cleared, the foxes become irrelevant strangers, and even if the young foxes are starving to death, they will never show the slightest bit of pity and sympathy.
But the mother fox, Butterfly Spot, probably won't drive the young male fox, Black Nose, out of her home again. For a life, living should be the most important thing.
The black-nosed fox's body rubbed against the artemisia in front of the stone trough, making a rustling sound. The female fox, Butterfly Spot, heard the movement and opened and closed her nose to sniff a few times, and the dead fox's face instantly became alive. It stood up involuntarily, impulsively taking half a step out of the stone trough and assuming a welcoming posture. It is looking forward to the black nose home.
The black nose almost to the mouth of the stone trough, I just saw its mouth with a small hamster. Black nose counted as a filial fox, know blind mother can not forage for food, home to mother to bring food. The black nose took the hamster to the lips of the butterfly spot under the kiss, and tossed his head, with the hamster gently patting the butterfly spot cheek. The butterfly spot has been hungry for two days, has been hungry, instinctively, can not wait to bite the hamster, swallowed into the mouth, leaving only a mouse tail still hanging in the corner of the mouth outside, suddenly, it seems to understand the chewing stopped, "poof" a small hamster to spit out. The black nose is eager to offer food, pick up the hamster from the ground, again sent to the butterfly spot under the lips kiss. The butterfly spot like a big enemy tail flat lift, a sharp howl, leap forward, open mouth on the black nose to bite, fierce, unexpected, the black nose is not prepared, the left ear was bitten by the butterfly spot, pain it yo-yo whine, struggling desperately. But the butterfly spot, like dealing with a mortal enemy, bites the black nose's ear and does not let go. The black nose's ears were torn open and turned into the world's unique V-shaped ears. It was only then that it broke free from the butterfly spot's mouth, wailing and whistling, and fled the water mill.
Butterfly spot covered with white cataracts of the eye sockets to the direction of the black nose to escape, yo yo yo blind whistling, even I can hear, it is in the black nose to send the most severe warning: if you come back, let you die without a burial place!
Why so vicious, so cruel, so unconscionable?
Strangely enough, when the black nose fled without a trace, the butterfly spot, like a deflated pig's urine bubble, fell to the ground, shrinking into a ball, and breathlessly let out a desolate whine.
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Phyllis A Johnson
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