Mr. Chen walking the dog

After dinner, grandma played with Danone for a while, and it was time to start feeding the birds.

The spiritual gardener lives in a villa in the suburbs. In addition to playing with cats and dogs and planting various potted plants at home, she also has a hobby of raising a large group of carrier pigeons.

In fact, when Chen Xiqing came, he was attracted by a group of pigeons flying around the villa. At that time, he raised his head and looked at it for a while, still wondering where such a group of birds came from.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a pigeon raised by grandma.

The old lady was sitting on a small bench, holding peanuts in her right hand, calling her precious carrier pigeons with "cuckoo" and spreading some miscellaneous grains with her left hand.

She has a habit of spreading miscellaneous grains on the ground first, letting the pigeons eat for a round first, and at the same time sitting by herself, holding peanuts in her hand, luring the pigeons with food, and cultivating the habit of the pigeons coming to her hands to eat .

Doing so is conducive to cultivating the relationship with the pigeons.

Compared with coarse grains, the pigeons she raises prefer to eat peanuts, so when feeding, there will always be a few who want to eat first, and after they finish eating a round, the rest of the timid ones are still watching. Grandma doesn't make things difficult for them. After all, people are very introverted and extroverted, and pigeons have their own habits and tempers, so they often sprinkle a few more peanuts on the ground at the end.

At this time, a bold white-feathered carrier pigeon came over, stopped, tilted its small head to look at grandma for a while, then slowly took peanuts from her hand, and after eating one, glanced at grandma, and ate for a while. One after another, the head is very rhythmic bit by bit.

"Is 1122 still able to fly?" Chen Yuwen asked grandma, also took a few peanuts in his hand, and shook his hand at the white pigeon.

"It can still fly." While the pigeon was eating peanuts, grandma gently nodded its head with her finger.

1122 is this white pigeon that is about to eat. Its ankle ring number is 1122. Coincidentally, the egg breaking day of this white pigeon happened to be Chen Yuwen’s birthday. At that time, Chen Yuwen was a teenager. The anklet number of Baige's generation is only three digits, and it was Chen Yuwen who had to find an anklet with the number 1122 for it to wear.

A few years ago, grandma was keen to send her precious pigeons to the pigeon league - how to participate?For example, if you want to participate in a [-]-kilometer race, you first need to apply for the test, and submit the pigeon's ankle ring number and a photo of the pigeon together.After the approval, take the pigeon to the designated place to stamp a stamp on the wing feathers.

On the day of participation, put the participating pigeons in a small cage to the organizer. The organizer will divide them according to the region and region, and then transport the participating pigeons to each designated place for release.

The judging result is to see which pigeon flies back to his home first, and the owner takes a photo of the pigeon and the stamp on its feathers, and sends the photo directly to the organizer.

1122 won the award four times, and for the fifth time, he couldn't go home for seven months.

The spiritual gardener waited and waited, probably because people are not so young, they feel that thousands of miles are so long, pigeons are not young anymore, and there are many dangers on the road, this time 1122 probably planted and could not come back.

Sad for a while.

Who knows, later 1122 came back by himself. On the day he came back, he hovered over his home, but he didn’t dare to come down—homing pigeon is a kind of animal that is more familiar with life. Even if there is a slight change in his home, he will confirm it again and again. Otherwise, dare not go home.

The spiritual gardener just renovated the pigeon loft a little, and 1122 dared not come down.

It hovered for three days, and the spiritual gardener bounced on the ground with his head up for three days, basically saying: "1122! Come down! That's right!"

Later, 1122 finally came to the yard timidly. Grandma scattered peanuts all over the ground, and filled a large plate of water for it to drink.

The white pigeon first ate secretly, then ate it with its belly open, and then was caught by grandma. After eating it, everything was so light that it didn’t look like it. When I touched it again, it was almost full of bones except for the grains on the other side of the belly. .

The feathers of the wings have been cut off a lot—the fine hairs are cut off along the support in the middle of the feathers, and it cannot fly.

Probably on the way, I followed other pigeons to the home of another friend, and then I was controlled.

Anyone who has raised pigeons knows that a good carrier pigeon is very rare. Sometimes in order to get a good carrier pigeon's egg and hatch another pigeon, it takes a lot of time to travel to many places.

1122 is excellent both in terms of appearance and ability to recognize the way, so it is not impossible to be caught and bred by someone.

Later, no matter how good the pigeons were, the spiritual gardener was unwilling to let them participate in the competition.

Chen Yuwen didn't know the reason, but only found out after a long time, because grandma discovered that 1122 had other injuries on his body.

In the previous competitions, there was no loss. The pigeons all flew back. Although they were very thin after returning, this is the so-called experience.However, after 1122 months from 7 and flying back with injuries, she couldn't bear to let the babies go out and suffer.

Not to mention cruelty or not, survival of the fittest is just like this, and it makes sense for the Pigeon Association to hold this kind of competition. The top performers of any species will have some value accordingly. 1122 is really great, and if you continue to participate, you are likely to win some awards It's just that the mind gardener doesn't want it to participate anymore.

What good appearance, what good grades, might as well let it eat a few more peanuts.

"Cuckoo!" Chen Noir looked at his grandma, stretched out his hand, 1122 glanced at him, walked away, flapped his wings and flew away.

Looking again, Danone, the wolf with a big tail, was squatting obediently behind Chen Yuwen, staring at the white pigeon intently.

Well... as long as the pigeon is not stupid, it will not dangle in front of a large dog.

Chen Xiqing looked at this group of pigeons, not like the square pigeons in a daze, the carrier pigeons are very smart.

He also wanted to try.

After feeding the white pigeons, grandma grabbed a handful of peanuts and put them in Chen Xiqing's palm: "You can try it too, but they're raw, and I can't guarantee whether they will eat the ones in your hands."

There are more and more pigeons eating in the courtyard, turning around on the ground one by one, nodding their heads to eat grains, and "cuckoo" at the same time, which is also quite cute.

Chen Xiqing held the peanuts and waited for five or six minutes. There was a gray and white pigeon that couldn't compete with the other pigeons that ate peanuts in the hands of grandma.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xiqing raised his hand and gave two "coo-coo" to the gray pigeon.

So the gray and white pigeon rushed over.

"This is just the son of 1122 just now, and he is 7 years old this year." The three sat side by side feeding the pigeons, and Chen Yuwen told Chen Xiqing the origin of the gray and white pigeons.

"You guys remember this?"

"Of course, I remember it after a long time. Its ankle ring number is 1989, which is only 307, and the one standing stupidly over there is 508." Chen Yuwen smiled, "1989 is the most greedy, so The first time you feed it, it will also eat it, like 508 only recognizes grandma, it will not eat what I have in my hand."

The sound of pigeons "coo-coo" one after another is heard by the ear, and because they are so close, there will be a gust of wind when they take off and land. Chen Xiqing listens, watches, and feels the beaks of the pigeons being pecked in the palm of his hand. Big smile.

The feeling of being surrounded by a group of homing pigeons is no less than being hugged by a Danone and acting like a baby.

Ah, how relaxing.