Chapter 1511: Electric Shock
Richard's skills are all in his mouth, and he is talking nonsense, but he doesn't know that the crisis has arrived-the owl's claws are very sharp, and once it is caught and taken away, it can drink a pot.
Zhang Zian picked up the trekking pole with his hand. He just wanted to scare the owl away, but he hit the owl sideways and hit the owl firmly. It may also be that it regarded him as a stone and was unprepared, anyway, it turned it over from the air. to the ground.
Before it turned over and took off again, Fei Na ran over nimbly and pressed her paw on it.
"Where is the evildoer, dare to assassinate my uncle?" Richard finally came to his senses. Although he was afraid in his heart, his mouth was still not idle.
Zhang Zian was actually quite lucky to be able to draw it, because when the owl flies, it is not good at speed, but silent. Before the prey reacts, it has already approached quietly. Definitely not aware of its arrival.
He put on gloves to protect him from being scratched, then knelt down and picked her up from under Fina's claws for a closer look. He saw that it was an endangered spotted owl.
This kind of owl only inhabits the forests on the west coast of North America. It is being seriously threatened by human activities, wildfires and the invasion of alien species. The number is decreasing day by day. deforestation in Northern California and Oregon.
As its name suggests, it has regular brown spots on its white feathers, especially around the eyes. The spots form a circle of annual rings, surrounding the two eyes. When it is motionless, its body shape is like An overweight quail.
But it's a little strange, this kind of owl is usually active at night, now it's daytime, although it's foggy, but it's still daytime, why did this owl attack Richard?
"Quack! You idiot, let me hold it down, and I want to show it some color, so as to make an example to others!" Richard shouted pretentiously.
The spotted owl wriggled helplessly, grunting from time to time from its hooked beak.
"It's injured." After Zhang Zian inspected it, he found that a piece of feather on the inside of its wing was charred black and had a slightly burnt smell. When he rubbed it with his fingers, many small black particles could be produced, which were charred proteins.
"Quack! It seems that this guy was also struck by lightning, so he came to attack this uncle in a daze, but his domineering aura as the king of all birds was slightly exposed, and he paralyzed it to the ground..."
Richard chattered endlessly, in order to hide the undecided shock in his heart. He saw that the owl's claws were as sharp as steel hooks. If he was successfully attacked just now,
Now its bird life is estimated to have to read the file and start over...
"Nonsense! How could an owl be struck by lightning?" he retorted.
"Why is it impossible? For example, it is sitting on a branch and shitting, and suddenly a lightning bolt strikes the tree, making it incontinent. It's exciting to think about it!"
"Hehe, it sounds like you birds have a 'forbidden' to lose..." He didn't bother to continue talking with it, "Being struck by lightning, how could it be that the inside of the wings were scorched black?"
Richard couldn't answer, but he didn't want to admit defeat, so he could only talk about him, trying to change the subject, "Then why do you say it? Could it be that it didn't hold the candle firmly when it was playing with dripping wax?"
Zhang Zian: "...One day I will seal your bird's beak with wax!"
After chatting for a while, the other elves were curious about why the owl was injured under its wings, so he speculated: "First of all, this is not a burn, but an electric shock. The voltage is high, but it cannot reach the level of lightning. So I think it was not struck by lightning, but accidentally touched the power grid and was burned by high-voltage electricity."
"Grid?" The elf was surprised.
Zhang Zian nodded. He reckoned that the owl might have swooped down on its prey from the air when it was hunting in the fog, but the moment it passed the grid, it was hit by a discharge from the grid—the inside of its wings might have touched the grid, or maybe it hadn’t. Substantively touched, just brushed lightly, and even separated a short distance, but probably due to excessive air humidity, even if there was no direct contact, electric sparks were generated between its wings and the grid.
Although the owl burned by the electric spark would not die immediately, it is obvious that the flying sensitivity has been affected, otherwise it is unlikely to be swung down by him with a stick.
There is no doubt about the importance of wings to birds. With its wings injured, its hunting efficiency is severely reduced, and its brain and nerves may also be affected, so it attacks Richard during the day.
"How can there be a power grid in the forest?" the elves asked puzzled.
"The power grid is the most likely option, otherwise I can't imagine anything that can power it. If it's a wire, the wire is usually wrapped in insulating rubber, so you won't be injured by electricity if you touch it. As for the power grid... Although this is a national park, But there are still a small number of areas that are private land, and the owner has the right to set up power grids on the private land, which is different from the situation in China." He explained.
Even in national forest parks, owners of private land still have a high degree of autonomy and even have the right to log, but there is a size limit. Small trees can be cut at will. Trees exceeding a certain size must apply for cutting, and mahogany is absolutely It can’t be cut down, and if you want to build a power grid, of course there is no problem.
But ordinary people will not build power grids in private land, which may injure neighbors or their own children and pets. Those who do this must be to cover up some secrets.
As for the secret... He and the elves all thought of the Venison Slaughterhouse, or Li Pitt's secret base.
Anyway, this injured owl is very unlucky. Since I met it, I have to give it something to eat, and I can’t just leave it alone, because there are only about three or four thousand owls of this kind left in the wild, and a dead one is one less. But, after all, such a stupid prey as Richard is rare.
He didn't put down the backpack, but took out a bag of dried meat from the bag on Femas's back, tore it open, soaked it with water, and tried to feed it.
The spotted owl was probably very hungry, so he stretched out his mouth to peck without hesitation, and devoured the jerky meat hungrily.
He fed it a few more, and it accepted them all with a smile, and soon ate up a bag of jerky.
"Hey, it's really edible. Is this guy a pig?" Richard said contemptuously, "I don't even have the manners to eat."
"Be careful, I'm going to let it go," he said.
"Huh?" Richard was so frightened that he hurriedly flew to Old Cha, and said befriendingly, "Master Cha, we two brothers usually have a good relationship, right?"
Old Cha persuaded: "Save people to the end, and send Buddha to the west. Since this owl hit us, it should be predestined with us. If it is just let go, I'm afraid it will be hard to survive. Why don't you take it with you?" Walk together."