882 867. Weakness To Catch Chickens (3/5)

Chapter 882

"Swamp hens also appeared in the town? Ha, boss, are you going to raise them or kill them?" Atulu asked slightly excitedly.

The marsh hen is the nickname of the purple water chicken, which Maori and hunters like to call them, because this is a bird that likes to live in water, and swamps and wetlands are more common.

To be honest, purple water chickens are very beautiful. If they can stay quietly, even if they prey on fish, shrimps and crabs in the lake, Wang Bo is willing to keep them.

But if they want to destroy the lavender buds, they can only kill them.

So he thought about it and said, "Let's see first. If they continue to eat lavender shoots, then hunt them down."

New Zealand allows the hunting of purple water chickens, but the number of hunting licenses for purple water chickens varies from region to region.

For example, there is a maximum of two per person per day in the Canterbury region of the South Island, but there is a daily limit of 20 in the sparsely populated West Coast region.

Sunset Town is part of Canterbury. Although it is a marginal location, Canterbury's regulations must be followed, and only two can be hunted at a time.

However, because purple water chickens have a relatively destructive effect on agricultural production, generally speaking, farmers in the South Island will kill them when they see purple water chickens ruining their own crops. As long as no one sees them, they will kill as many as possible.

After waiting for two days, Wang Bo found that these pheasants would still peck at the lavender shoots when no one was around.

And like they hunt for crabs, these bastards know how to use their claws to dig up the ground to feed on the grass seeds hidden below, so letting them overflow would be a disaster for a lavender field.

In the middle of the weekend, he made up his mind: "Stop training, replace it with a real gun, and catch purple water chickens!"

The reason why he made this decision was that more and more purple water chickens appeared in the past few days. It seemed that the lavender sprouts attracted them, and dozens of them had grown to hundreds.

The storm has caused damage to the vegetation in many areas of the South Island, and the sprout food that the purple water chicken loves is lacking. The appearance of the lavender flower field naturally greatly attracts them.

Wang Bo brought everyone who was interested, and one person could only kill two, which did not help the pheasant flock.

After driving to the lavender field, I saw these colorful pheasants staying in it and pecking at the buds from a long distance away.

Atulu sat on the jeep, stood up and looked and exclaimed: "So many?!"

Wang Bo also had a headache and said, "Why don't we mobilize tourists to hunt purple water chickens?"

"It's best not to do this boss. Purple water chicken is a non-profit manufacturing poultry product. If it is used to develop tourism, I mean if it is directly hunted, there may be problems."

Uncle Bing, who was driving, shook his head helplessly.

Although purple water chicken is a "pest" for agriculture, purple water chicken is still not a poultry product that can be traded in New Zealand.

In other words, no one is allowed to kill purple water chickens for commercial purposes and sell them in the market.

Atulu questioned: "I know it is a non-tradable poultry product, but when is it a non-profit-making poultry product?"

Uncle Bing asked, "Isn't it?"

Atulu said firmly: "Absolutely not! We can let tourists hunt them, as long as the number of hunting is controlled, but I don't recommend doing so. Do we really allow tourists to pick up guns on our territory?"

Wang Bo is just talking, even if he wants to develop this area, it will not work today.

Relying on their group, it is not easy to hunt purple water chickens.

Because this kind of bird is a rare bird with strong eyesight, hearing and alertness on New Zealand land, as soon as the car arrived, they immediately started running wildly.

Wang Bo opened the car door and waved at the strong men, "Come on, hunt them down for me!"

Xiao Wang, the young man, the queen, and the fat cat brothers all flew out immediately with long hairs.

"Woof, woof, woof!" There were two childish roars from the car. Wang Bo looked down and saw the little police dog and the little German shepherd jumping up and down and calling.

Brother Bing looked at them and gently pressed down his palm: "Stop barking, sit down."

Immediately, the two puppies shut their mouths obediently and sat down.

Wang Bo was dumbfounded: "Is this the result of your training?"

Brother Bing glanced at him, and said: "It's not a result, Labrador and German Shepherd are the smartest dogs, as long as you teach them, they can learn."

But Lao Wang still heard the meaning of arrogance from his tone. Needless to say, the cool soldier is pretending to be aggressive, and he is still very satisfied with his results.

It's true that purple water chickens are very wary, it's true that they can run very well, it's true that they can also fly, but they are still no match for land killers like the strong man Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang is the fastest runner, and he likes to bully the weak, and of course he only dares to bully the weak. He rushed to the back of the purple water chicken and jumped into the air.

The purple water chicken just wanted to fly, but just as it flapped its wings and flew up to a height of one meter, it was suppressed by Xiao Wang's overwhelming pressure!

The fat cat brothers are too fat, and they have neglected training recently. They failed to catch up with the purple water chicken, and either flew away or got into the river. They could only look at the chicken on the bank and sigh.

The queen's mind was good, she picked up the soft persimmons and pinched them, and caught a purple water chicken with injured legs and feet that was a little bit lame.

After entering the lake, the other purple water chickens thought they were safe, and swam happily on the lake, staring at the old Wang and his party who were chasing up.

Suddenly a head protruded from the surface of the water, and the strong man opened his big mouth to precisely grab a purple water chicken, and when he closed his mouth, it bit the wing immediately.

The other purple water chickens were so frightened that they quacked and flapped their wings and flew up. In the chaos, the strong man popped up twice and bit the wings of two chickens respectively.

If the wings are injured, these pheasants will be useless. They can't fly or swim, and they will spin on the water in pain.

In this way, the strong man went ashore leisurely with three chickens in his mouth.

Uncle Bing looked at Old Wang and said, "Everyone is only allowed to catch two."

The old king said: "Is the strong man a human being?"

"no."

Then Lao Wang smiled slyly: "Yes, so it is not restricted by the law. Each of us is only allowed to catch two, and leave the rest to them."

The strong man threw down three purple water chickens and jumped into the lake again to dive to catch them. This move is really elusive, not to mention purple water chickens, even flying chickens are hard to guard against.

Bowen tied the captured chickens together and said with a smirk: "It's easier to clean up the chickens this time."

"How to say?"

"There is a hot spring over there. After slaughtering the chicken, dig a hole and throw it in. The hot spring can scald the feathers of the chicken."

Speaking of this old king, he was still a little worried: "Don't get too close to it. I invited experts from the School of Geology, Otago University, and asked them to come and see. If there is no volcano and only geothermal heat, then dig a hole."