I had an owl when I was a child.
This owl was still a flightless eagle boy when it was pulled out of the nest by my cousin. The eagleboy has a very strong personality, nagging and biting at him, and his cousin scratches his hands all over with wounds, and stuffs them into a small birdcage to fool around and finish his work. Later, I went to my cousin's house and saw it, **fist-sized, the fluff has not yet receded, sloppy, a pair of bright yellow eyes** staring at people, and as soon as someone approaches, it shows a fierce look.
I accused my cousin of animal cruelty. He didn't know how to raise it, but he didn't dare to release it, because he was afraid that when it grew up, it would come back to him for revenge. The cousin also said that it can't live if it is released now, because it can't fly yet, and it is contaminated with the breath of people, and the mother eagle will definitely not want it. If I want to keep it, I can take it.
At that time, my cousin and I were both in junior high school, and we didn't know much about the law, and we didn't know that owls were national second-class protected animals, and individuals could not raise them without approval, so I took the owl home and begged my parents to take it in, and they agreed (my parents may also be legally blind, alas!). ）。
The owl was also very unkind to me at first, and I couldn't get close to the cage, otherwise the talons would serve and my mother would have been scratched with a deep wound. Every day I put the meat in a small bowl and stick it in with small sticks of wood to feed it. When it is full, stand in front of the cage and sing to it, talk to it, and persist for a long time every day.
Later, when it saw me, it didn't stretch out its paws, but just looked at me, and sometimes it tilted its head to 90 degrees, which was special, special, and cute.
I thought the birdcage was too small, so I begged my dad to build a super big cage and move it.
My parents forbade me to stay in the cage too much for fear it would catch me. One day, while my parents were not paying attention, I secretly opened the cage door and slowly reached inside. As a result, it craned its neck and asked me to touch my head, and I was touching it, and my eyes were still half-closed, and I was enjoying it.
I touched it a lot after that, and it didn't catch me once.
One night I was sitting on the living room floor watching TV when I caught a glimpse of a small black ball rolling in through the doorway. When I looked, it turned out that it had opened the cage door by itself, and it couldn't fly, and it crept to me like a thief. As soon as he saw me, he walked straight at me and jumped on my lap. I touched it twice, and it was suddenly attracted by the flickering fluorescence of the TV, and jumped down to stare at the TV, pacing sideways like a dance, with its head still panning in a 360-degree circle, and making a "da, da, da" sound from its mouth. I don't know what that means, I think it's too funny.
Once it was about to get out of the cage, I deliberately blocked the door of the cage to prevent it from getting out, it was in a hurry, but still didn't catch me, just nagged me. This chatter alone also made me hurt for a long time.
I raised it for about half a year, and then it got sick, I don't know what the disease was, it was the wings fluttering and the legs were weak, I melted the vitamins in the eye drop bottle and dripped it to it, held it in the palm of my hand and held it in my arms to caress and comfort, it was magically good. At that time, I didn't know how to find a veterinarian, anyway, everything was messing around (now I don't advocate it).
Later, when it got bigger, it still couldn't fly, because no one taught it, and sometimes it would flutter around in the cage a few times, and its temper was a lot bigger, so I think it might be very lost. To make matters worse, its soft feet have recurred. My parents said that it belongs to nature, and keeping it in a cage every day is definitely not conducive to its growth, it will definitely get sick, and it will not live long, and it is best to release it back into the mountains and forests.
I listened to my parents and put it in the mountains and forests, and I still shed a lot of meat around it. When I left, he stood on the ground and looked at me, and I cried so hard that I didn't sleep well that night, for fear that it would be in danger.
The next morning I went to see it, and it was still in that place, and the meat was gone. Seeing me coming, it made me for a long time. I kept some more meat.
On the third day, I went to see that the meat was gone, it was not there, and I screamed a few times, and it poked its head out from behind the crack in the stone.
On the fourth day, I searched for a long time and found it standing on a branch.
On the fifth day, I couldn't find it, and I didn't eat the meat I put there. No matter what you call it, you can't find it.
I don't know if it's dead or alive, but God blessed the forest Amitabha Buddha for a long time and prayed that it was still alive.
A few years later, my friend said that on the cliff by the river in Houshan, I often saw eagles flying, large and small, and it seemed to be a nest, and my intuition told me that it was my owl. So he ran to the river and called its name vigorously.
In the middle of the night, I heard a series of owl calls outside the courtyard, cooing, cooing, cooing,
When I woke up in the morning, I saw a dead rat lying right in the doorway.
Finally, I want to say, it's a pity that there were no smartphones at that time, and not even a ** was left. All of this is in the memory of our family. Hotspot Engine Program