Chapter 334: My family's little animals come and go

(14) My animals come and go

In the seven years from the age of 6 to 13, the little girl who lived in my body never appeared again, including when my finger was broken, when my father's small bench hit my left eye, and when I was scared by an alcoholic to run and fall.

And the animals didn't talk to me anymore, it didn't seem to be a life-threatening disaster, they wouldn't act rashly.

During this period, our family had many animals, first a horse, which was a foal bought by my father, because the mother of the horse died, from the beginning of feeding milk powder, our sisters did not have milk powder to eat; and then dogs, cats are countless, come and go by themselves; there are always dozens of chickens, released during the day, called back at night, with leftovers and leaves in their own vegetable field mixed with cornmeal and corn kernels to feed, because the chicken pen is near the kitchen, and the bedroom is not a yard, so the chickens are often lost, it is almost certain that the young teachers of the school have stolen and eaten. Mom blamed me for not calling it back and not counting pairs, but she didn't do it herself. Later, I found out that she couldn't do it, and after I left, she raised a few chickens, and she could only cage them, and she had to feed them with contraceptive pills, otherwise she would get chicken plague and die.

A wild animal once raised a harrier, and it was also injured. I took it to the mountains to see what it ate, and it ate a gecko. The second brother of the gecko is the best at catching, but as a result, I didn't keep an eye on it, and let the second brother feed it to death.

A little squirrel is so cute that it eats with both hands and eats everything, so it didn't let it go until the cage was too small. Later, I always appeared on the big tree on campus, and as long as I felt a tingling sensation near the tree and jumped overhead, I would always see a squirrel in the tree.

The most amazing thing is a lamb brought back by the younger brother Prunjo. When the younger brother was five years old, he got separated from his companions in the mountains and was very scared, and he forgot to be afraid when he found a lamb following him, and the lamb followed him all the way to the house, and it turned out to be a little lamb cake that couldn't even eat milk powder. I spit on the palm of my hand to feed it, and it licked it, and ate it on the palm of my hand, and also on the hand of Prangjo. It will not be until the third day that the milk powder water on the plate will be licked. My father sent a letter to ask who had lost the lamb in the neighborhood, and it turned out that the family from far away came to see it, and he was right, but even he did not believe that the lamb had come to my house by himself! Even if we had been feeding it for more than a month, he had to carry it and ride over two hills, and even adults could not walk there without bringing dry food and riding a horse, let alone a newborn lamb who could not eat.

It's a little strange when I think about it now.

When my father saw that all wild animals were sold on the street, he had to buy them back and raise them, and his problem ended with two foxes. Even though our tap water is long-flowing mountain spring water, and each person only needs to pay one yuan per month to the water plant, but it has to be rinsed several times a day, and it still smells. My father asked me to contact the people at the zoo to give it to them, but they promised to carry them away but never came, until the two little ones grew up and bit off the iron cage and ran away. After that, my father didn't dare to casually watch the excitement of onlookers on the street.

But he went to the flower and bird market to buy a few budgies, and began to carefully serve those birds, I must bring millet home every semester holidays, we do not produce millet there, and budgies love to eat millet.

During this period, he saw a starling sold on the street, because the injury was very serious, the wounds and blood stains on the wings could not be treated and exposed, and he was afraid that others would buy it back and eat it, so he bought it for treatment. When I recuperated from my wound and taught it to sing with great interest, I realized that it was a crow!