After lunch, the cats and poultry came to the yard to bask in the sun.

They squatted in a row at the base of the wall under the eaves, licking the feathers and combing the feathers.

A few minutes later, the tanuki cat, which was washing its face with its paws, suddenly felt a burst of dust around it, and it put down its paws and turned its head to look, only to see that it was the white feather chicken and the green pheasant bathing in the sand pit dug out.

Compared to cats, domestic chickens and pheasants hate water more.

Although their feathers have some oil smeared on them, they can only achieve a slight effect of water repellent, and once they have too much, they will immediately get wet and make them instantly worse.

The word chicken in soup refers to the chicken after the rain, and this adjective can be coined, which shows how the chicken's feathers will be embarrassed once they are wet.

It's fine if it's just a mess, but once the feathers of chickens get wet, they lose their ability to keep warm.

It's fine if it's summer, but it's not just summer when it rains.

In early spring or late autumn, everyone knows what it feels like to wear a down jacket soaked in water.

Therefore, both domestic chickens and pheasants rarely come near water sources except for the necessary drinking water.

Even when bathing, he uses his paws and body to arch a shallow pit in the sandy ground, and lies down in it to clean his feathers with sand.

The white-feathered chicken and the green pheasant were doing that just now, but this time they moved a little bigger, and they lifted the sand onto the tanuki next to them.

However, the happy Noise and Little Green didn't seem to notice that they had disturbed the cat, and still washed the sand pit with their paws.

Seeing this, the tanuki cat didn't want to disturb the child, and didn't want to continue to stay here to eat dirt, so he had to move his position with the big black cat.

The tanuki cat, who was wandering around the yard casually, walked and came to the side of the chicken coop.

By this time, most of the well-fed chickens had slipped out of the house and walked around the village to find snacks to eat, except for the one that was still left in the paper shell that was buckled under the rattan basket.

But the old hen who had been holding the nest stood up at this time, and grabbed the edge of the cardboard box with her wings and two feet, and poked her head into the nest where she was originally hatching eggs.

The rattan basket that was fastened to the top of the cardboard box was intended to isolate the space, not to prevent the hen from going out.

At the lower edge of one side of the rattan basket, Grandma Fujimoto deliberately used stones to support some space, enough for the hen to go in and out of this side to find some food and water.

At this time, the hen was standing on the side that was raised by the stones, but it did not want to go out, but stared intently at the paper shell, and from time to time it was very alert to raise its head and observe its surroundings.

I don't know why, but the tanuki instinctively ducked back when the old hen came to see her, so that she could not see herself.

After a while, the tanuki cat slowly poked its head out of the corner of the wall, and found that the old hen was no longer looking around, but staring intently into the paper shell.

The bored tanuki decided not to go, it wanted to see what the old hen wanted to do.

A few minutes later, the big black cat that was originally squatting behind the tanuki shook its ears and it seemed to hear something, but looking at the tanuki cat in front of him who didn't blink his eyes and just stared at the chicken nest, the big black cat thought about it and still didn't make a sound.

A few more minutes passed, and this time even the tanuki heard a small cry coming from under the rattan basket.

Those chirping, chirping sounds are very immature, and they will definitely not be the old hen guarding the paper shell.

And as time passed, there were more and more chirping sounds in the box, and there were at least a dozen of them to listen to the sound.

At this time, the tanuki cat finally knew why the old hen was so nervous, it turned out that the chicks in the box were about to come out of the shell.

In that case, the tanuki didn't plan to stay here, after all, the mother chicken was nervous enough now, so they shouldn't make any more trouble.

Taking advantage of the fact that the old hen didn't notice this, the tanuki cat took the big black cat and carefully returned the same way with its paws, and went to the other side of the yard to bite the weeds and play.

More than an hour later, the tanuki cat, who was biting on the barley grass, saw the old hen who had been hiding under the basket come out of the hen's coop.

Behind her, a row of small pompoms that had just come out of the shell, a group of small pompoms whose feathers had just dried, staggered behind their mother in a daze.

The old hen, who had just become a mother, was obviously very vigilant, and she stood in the yard for a short time, staring nervously at the two big cats, and protecting the children under her wings.

Neither the tanuki nor the big black cat had any interest in catching the chicks, and in order not to make the hen too nervous, they even went back to the house and gave them the way to go.

Seeing that the two big cats had entered the house, the old hen quickly spread her wings and let out all her children.

Then she took the chick through the yard and walked out of the gate.

The tanuki, who saw this scene from the window, thought to herself, I heard that this old hen had been a mother several times, and she must have had a lot of experience.

When the old hen left with the chicks, the tanuki and the big black cat returned to the yard.

By this time, the white-feathered chicken and the green pheasant had finished bathing, and were standing in the sand pit shaking their feathers, trying to shake off the fine gravel that had been drilled between the down feathers.

Seeing this, the tanuki cat did not bother them, but continued to run to the chicken coop, it has not seen what the chicken coop looks like after the chick comes out of the shell, this time since it happened to meet, it is a pity not to see it.

The coop was very quiet without chickens, and when the tanuki cat ran to the rattan basket that was specially used to incubate the eggs of the old hens, a faint fishy smell wafted over first.

The smell is like a raw egg that has never been cooked, and it always makes cats feel particularly appetizing when they smell it.

When in the wild, some cats will also go out of their way to find poultry eggs to eat, because it is a very nutritious food for them.

Fortunately, the tanuki is not really a feral cat, so it only sniffs a few times and then is not interested in the smell.

Instead, he bent down and got into it from the side of the stone, claws holding the paper shell probe to see what was going on inside.

I saw that the paper shells under the basket were full of broken eggshells, and the raccoon cat simply counted them with her paws, thinking that there must be at least fourteen or fifteen chicks out of the shell this time.

In addition to those broken eggshells, there are two eggs left here in the straw inside the paper shells.

The tanuki cat grabbed the two intact eggs with his paws, sniffed and pressed them with his paws, but there was no sound in them.

These are the hairy eggs, the ones that have not been successfully hatched for various reasons.

For the people who hatch the eggs, it is normal for the appearance of hairy eggs, and it is very good to incubate the eggs with the farmer's own local method, and the probability of success can be □□.

Therefore, these two hairy eggs are useless to everyone, because this kind of eggs that have hatched chicks are generally not eaten, so most of the fate of these hairy eggs is thrown into the trash with broken eggshells.

Since the tanuki cat is bored like this, he plans to find a new toy for himself temporarily, and before Grandma Fujimoto comes out to clean up the mess, the tanuki cat plans to get the two hairy eggs out of the paper shell and play with them for a while.

The tanuki cat can do it by rolling two hairy eggs to the edge of the paper shell, and then finds that its paws are too small to hold the eggs and take them out directly.

However, this difficulty can not help our clever tanuki cat, only to see it grab two and use it to clamp in the middle, and a hairy egg was successfully clamped out of the paper shell.

Soon, another hairy egg was also concocted in the same way, and the tanuki cat was taken out of the paper shell.

One paw rolls a hairy egg, and the tanuki's two front paws roll the two hairy eggs that can't hatch chicks on the ground like wheels.

The tanuki cat with the new toy is particularly happy, and while rolling the eggs with its paws, it can also deftly avoid the stones and potholes on the road.

Eggshells are very resistant to compression and shocks, and it is difficult to break their eggshells if they just roll on the ground as long as they don't fall directly into something.

Knowing this, the tanuki cat is looking for a place with softer soil to roll and play, but it suddenly feels something is wrong while rolling.

Meow, why does the hairy egg under the right paw seem to have some sound coming from it?

The curious tanuki heard the sound and stopped rolling, lowered its head near the hairy egg and began to listen carefully.

I saw that there was a slight rattling sound coming from inside the eggshell, as if something was pecking at the eggshell inside.

Just when the tanuki was puzzled, a small hole was suddenly pecked at the top of the egg, and a small yellow mouth with a half-sharp tip protruded out of the eggshell.

I thought it was a hairy egg, and a chick hatched inside the egg, what is the difference between this and a corpse?

The tanuki cat jumped up the moment it was frightened, and hid behind the big black cat, which showed that it was not lightly scared.

The big black cat didn't care about the corpse or not, it only knew that the egg scared Applejack.

So Mo Er didn't say a word, and directly swung his claws and waved the egg far away.

The eggs that were waved out by the big black cat rolled on the ground I don't know how many times, because the land was uneven, the round eggs rolled directly to the lower places, and that side happened to be the location where the chickens usually used to bathe and dig pits.

Before the white-feathered chicken and the green pheasant were grooming their feathers, a cracked egg appeared under their feet.

Just as they looked down blankly to check the situation, the ill-fated egg happened to have successfully broken at this time.

With a snap, the little life inside the egg finally managed to break free, and the little chick who was still wet on his head was holding the egg shell on his head, blinking his little eyes like mung beans, and directly looked at the noisy and little green who lowered their heads.

The white-feathered chicken, which knows the habit of birds out of the shell, was very unhappy when he saw this, and it suddenly felt like it was being cheated by its father. 166 Reading Network