The days of being a cat in Japan

After lunch, the cats and poultry came to the yard to bask in the sun.

They squatted in a row at the base of the wall under the eaves, licking their fur, combing their feathers.

A few minutes later, the civet cat, which was washing its face with its paws, suddenly felt a burst of dust flying around it. It lowered its paws and turned its head to look, only to see two guys, a white feather chicken and a green pheasant, taking a bath in the dug out sand pit.

Both chickens and pheasants hate water more than cats.

Although their feathers have some grease smeared on them, they can only achieve a little water-proof effect. Once there is too much, the feathers will be wet immediately, making them instantly worse.

The word "drenched chicken" refers to a domestic chicken after being soaked in the rain. Such an adjective can be created, which shows how messy a chicken's feathers will be once they get wet.

It's okay if it's just a mess, but once the chicken's feathers get wet, they will lose their heat preservation function.

It's fine if it's summer, but it's not just summer when it rains.

In early spring or late autumn, everyone knows the feeling and consequences of wearing a down jacket soaked in water.

Therefore, whether it is a domestic chicken or a pheasant, except for the necessary drinking water, they seldom get close to the water source.

Even when taking a bath, it uses its paws and body to dig a shallow hole in the sand, and lays its body down in it to clean its feathers with sand.

The white-feathered hen and green pheasant were doing that just now, but this time they moved a little too much, throwing sand onto the raccoon cat next to it.

However, Noisy and Xiaolu, who were bathing happily, didn't seem to notice that they had disturbed the other cats, and they still washed Zhenghuan in the sandpit with their claws and body.

Seeing this, the civet cat didn't want to disturb the child, and didn't want to stay here to eat dirt, so it had to move with the big black cat.

The raccoon cat, who was wandering casually in the yard, came to the side of the chicken coop.

At this time, most of the full-fledged chickens had already slipped out, walked around the village and found some snacks to eat, but there was only one chicken left in the paper shell that was held under the rattan basket. .

But the old hen that was brooding stood up at this time, grasping the edge of the cardboard box with its wings and two feet, and poked its head into the nest where it was originally hatching.

The purpose of the rattan basket buckled on top of the cardboard box is to isolate the space, not to prevent the hens from going out.

On the lower edge of one side of the rattan basket, Grandma Fujimoto specially used stones to support some space, enough for the hen to go in and out from here to find some food and water in normal times.

At this time, the hen was standing on the side raised by the stones, but it didn't want to go out, but stared intently at the inside of the paper shell, and raised its head alertly from time to time to observe the surroundings. environment.

Although I don't know why, but when the old hen looked over, the cihuamao instinctively hid back, not letting her see itself.

After a while, the civet cat with its head and tail exposed slowly poked its head out from the corner of the wall, and found that the old hen was no longer looking around, but was staring intently at the inside of the paper shell.

Seeing this, the bored cihuamao decided not to leave, it wanted to see what the old hen wanted to do.

A few minutes later, the big black cat that was squatting behind the cihuamao shook its ears. It seemed to hear something, but looked at the cihuamao in front of him who was staring at the chicken coop without blinking. The black cat thought for a while and still didn't make a sound.

After a few more minutes, this time even the cihuamao heard the slight cry coming from under the rattan basket.

Those chirping, chirping sounds are very immature, and they will definitely not be made by the old hen guarding the paper shell.

And as time passed, there were more and more chirping sounds in the box, and at least a dozen chirps were needed to hear the sound.

At this time, the civet cat who had been listening to the wall for a long time finally knew why the old hen was so nervous. It turned out that the chick in the box was about to hatch.

That being the case, the raccoon cat doesn't intend to stay here, after all, the mother chicken is already nervous enough, so they don't want to make any more trouble.

Taking advantage of the fact that the old hen didn't notice this side, the cihuamao led the big black cat back the same way, carefully thinking about its paws, and went to the other side of the yard to bite the weeds and play.

After more than an hour, the cihuamao, who was biting the barley grass, saw the old hen that had been hiding under the basket come out from the henhouse.

Behind her, a group of little pompoms whose feathers had just dried out of their shells staggered along behind their mother in a daze.

The old hen who had just become a mother was obviously very vigilant. She stood in the yard for a while, staring at the two big cats nervously, and protected all the children under her wings.

Neither the raccoon cat nor the big black cat was interested in catching the chick. In order not to make the hen too nervous, they even went back to the house first to make way for them.

Seeing the two big cats entering the house, the old hen quickly spread her wings and let her kittens out.

After that, she took the chick quickly across the yard and walked out the gate.

Seeing this scene from the window, Li Huamao thought to himself, hearing that this old hen has been a mother several times, she must have a lot of experience.

After the old hen left with the chicks, the cihuamao and the big black cat returned to the yard again.

At this time, the white-feathered chicken and the green pheasant had finished bathing, and were standing in the sandpit shaking their feathers, trying to shake out the fine gravel that got between the feathers.

Seeing this, the civet cat didn't bother them, but continued to run towards the chicken coop. It hadn't seen what the chicken coop looked like after the chicks hatched. Since it happened to meet them this time, it would be a pity not to get to know them.

The chicken coop without the chickens was very quiet. When the civet cat ran to the rattan basket specially used for the old hens to incubate eggs, a faint fishy smell wafted over first.

The smell is like uncooked raw eggs, which makes cats always feel particularly appetizing when they smell it.

When they are in the wild, some cats will go out to look for poultry eggs to eat, because it is a very nutritious food for them.

Fortunately, the civet cat is not a real wild cat, so it is no longer interested in the smell after just a few sniffs.

Instead, he bent down and drilled in from the side of the stone base, clawing the paper shell with his claws to see what was going on inside.

Seeing that the paper shells under the basket were full of broken egg shells, the cihuamao simply counted them with its paws, and felt that there must be at least fourteen or five chicks that hatched this time.

In addition to those broken eggshells, there were two unbroken eggs left in the straw inside the paper shell.

The raccoon cat grabbed the two intact eggs with its paws, sniffed them and pressed them down with its paws, but there was no sound at all inside.

These are supposed to be fluffy eggs, those eggs that failed to hatch for various reasons.

For those who incubate eggs, it is normal for hairy eggs to appear. Using the farmer's own soil method to incubate eggs, the probability of success is very good.

So these two hairy eggs are useless to everyone, because the eggs that have hatched chicks are generally not eaten by anyone, so the fate of these hairy eggs is mostly thrown in with the broken eggshells. litter box.

Since the bored cihuamao decided to find a new toy for himself temporarily, before Grandma Fujimoto came out to clean up the mess, cihuamao planned to get the two fluffy eggs out of the paper shell and roll them around for a while.

The cihuamao, who wanted to do it, rolled two fluffy eggs to the edge of the paper shell, and then found that his paws were too small to hold the eggs and take them out.

But this difficulty can't help our smart civet cat. I saw it grasped twice and pinched it in the middle, and it successfully pinched a fluffy egg out of the paper shell.

Soon another egg was prepared in the same way and was taken out of the paper shell by the cihuamao.

One paw is rolling a fluffy egg, and the civet cat's two front paws are like wheels, rolling the two fluffy eggs that cannot hatch on the ground.

The cihuamao is very happy with the new toy. While rolling the eggs with its paws and running fast, it can deftly avoid the stones and potholes on the road.

Eggshells are highly resistant to compression and earthquakes. As long as they don't fall directly on something, it is difficult to break their eggshells if they just roll on the ground.

Knowing this, the cihuamao specially looked for a place with softer soil to roll and play, but when rolling it suddenly felt something was wrong.

Meow, why does the hairy egg under the right paw seem to have some sound coming from it?

The curious civet cat stopped rolling when it heard the sound, lowered its head and moved closer to the hairy egg and began to listen carefully.

There was indeed a slight trembling sound coming out of the eggshell, as if something was pecking at the eggshell inside.

Just when the cihuamao was puzzled, a small hole was pecked at the top of the egg, and half of the bright yellow mouth protruded from the eggshell.

What was the difference between the egg that was thought to be a fluffy egg and a chick?

The raccoon cat jumped up instantly when it was frightened, bounced and hid behind the big black cat, it can be seen that this frightened it quite badly.

The big black cat doesn't care about cheating corpses or not, it only knows that the egg scared its Ajie.

So Mo swung his paw without saying a word, and swung the egg far away with all his strength.

The egg that was swung by the big black cat rolled on the ground for an unknown number of times. Because of the unevenness of the land, the round egg rolled directly towards the lower terrain, which happened to be where the chickens usually use it. The location of the pit for bathing.

Before the white-feathered hen and green pheasant who were combing their feathers could figure out the situation, a cracked egg appeared under their feet.

Just as they lowered their heads in a daze to check the situation, the ill-fated egg just happened to break its shell successfully at this time.

With a snap, the little life inside the egg finally managed to break free. The still wet little chick with the eggshell on its head blinked its small mung bean-like eyes. .

The white-feathered chicken, who is well aware of the bird's habit of hatching, feels bad when it sees this, and it suddenly feels like it has been tricked by its father.