"Swamp hens in the town too? Ha, boss, are you going to raise it or kill it? Aturu asked with a little excitement. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Marsh hens are the nickname for purple waterfowl, and Maori and hunters like to call them because they are a water-preferring bird, and they are more common in swamps and wetlands.

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

But if they want to destroy the lavender shoots, they have to kill them.

So he thought about it for a moment and said, "Let's see, if they continue to hunt lavender shoots, then hunt them." ”

Hunting of purple waterfowl is allowed in New Zealand, but the number of hunting permits for purple waterfowl varies from region to region in the country.

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

Sunset is part of Canterbury, and although it is a marginal location, it has to enforce Canterbury's rules that only two can be hunted at a time.

However, because the purple water pheasant has a relatively large destructive effect on agricultural production, farmers in the South Island usually kill as many as they see when they see the purple water chicken spoiling their own crops, as long as no one sees it, how many kills.

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

And just like they do for shrimp and crabs, these bastards know how to use their claws to cut through the ground in search of grass seeds hidden underneath, so it would be a disaster for the lavender fields to let them spread.

On the weekend in the middle of the year, he made up his mind: "Don't train anymore, change to a real gun, and catch purple water chickens!" ”

The reason why he made this decision was because more and more purple water chickens appeared in the past few days, as if they were attracted by lavender shoots, and there were already dozens to hundreds.

The storm has wreaked havoc on the vegetation in many parts of the South Island, and the lack of food for the young shoots that purple waterfowl loves, the emergence of lavender fields has naturally attracted them.

Wang Bo brought everyone who was interested, and one person could only hunt two, which was of little help to the pheasant flock.

Driving to the lavender flower field, I saw these feathered pheasants staying inside and pecking at the buds.

Sitting in the jeep, Aturu stood up 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 better not to do this, the purple pheasant is a non-profit manufacturing poultry product, if it is used to develop tourism, I mean direct hunting, it may be problematic."

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

Although it is a "pest" for agriculture, it is still not a tradable poultry product in New Zealand.

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

"I know it's not tradable, but when did it become a non-profit-making poultry product?" ”

Uncle Bing asked, "Isn't it?" ”

Aturu was adamant: "Absolutely not! We can let tourists hunt them, as long as we control the number of kills, but I don't recommend that, 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, he can't do it today.

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

Because this bird is one of the few birds on New Zealand land with very strong eyesight, hearing and vigilance, as soon as the car arrives, they immediately start running wild.

Wang Bo opened the car door and waved at the strong men, "Go, hunt them for me!" ”

Xiao Wang, Zhuang Ding, the queen and the fat cat brothers, a few with long hair on their bodies flew out as soon as possible.

"Woohoo!" Two milky roars sounded in the car, and Wang Bo looked down to see that the little police dog and the little German police dog were jumping and barking.

Brother Bing looked at them and gently pressed down his palms: "Don't scream, sit down." ”

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

Wang Bo was dumbfounded: "This is the result of your training?" ”

Brother Bing glanced at him and said, "It's not a result, Labrador and Demu are the smartest dogs, as long as they are taught, they can learn." ”

But Lao Wang still heard the arrogance in his tone, needless to say, the cool soldier brother was pretending, and he was still very satisfied with his results.

It's true that purple water chickens are very vigilant, it's right that they can run very well, and it's still true that they can fly, but in the face of land killers like Zhuangding Xiaowang, they are still not opponents.

Xiao Wang is the fastest runner, and it likes to bully the weak, of course, it only dares to bully the weak, rushing behind the purple water chicken and jumping in the air.

The purple water pheasant just wanted to fly, but as soon as the wings flapped and flew up to a meter high, he was forced to be suppressed by Xiao Wang's Taishan pressure!

The fat cat brothers are too fat, and they have neglected to train recently, they have not caught up with the purple water chickens, they either flew away or burrowed into the river, and they can only look at the chickens on the shore and sigh.

The queen has a good brain, and the persimmon picks up the soft pinch and catches a purple water chicken with a leg and foot injury and a little lame.

After entering the lake, the other purple water pheasants thought they were safe, and swam happily around the lake, glaring at the little eyes to demonstrate to the old Wang and his party who caught up.

Suddenly, a head stretched out from the surface of the water, and the strong man opened his big mouth to accurately grasp a purple water chicken, and the mouth closed and immediately bit its wings.

The other purple pheasants quacked in fright and flapped their wings and flew up, and in the midst of this chaos, the strong man popped up twice more and bit the wings of two chickens respectively.

When the wings are injured, these pheasants are useless, they can't fly or swim, they whirl around the water in pain.

In this way, the strong man leisurely carried the three chickens to the shore.

Uncle Bing looked at Lao Wang and said, "Each person is only allowed to catch two." ”

Lao Wang said: "Is Zhuang Ding a human being?" ”

"It's not."

Then Lao Wang smiled slyly: "Yes, so it is not restricted by the law, each of us is only allowed to catch two, and the rest will be handed over to them." ”

Zhuang Ding threw down three purple pheasants, jumped into the lake again to dive and capture, this hand is really elusive, not to mention the purple pheasant, even the flying chicken it can't be prevented.

Bowen tied the chickens together and said with a wicked smile, "It's easy to clean up the chickens this time." ”

"How?"

"There's a hot spring over there, dig a pit after slaughtering the chickens and throw them in, the hot spring can scald off the chicken feathers."

Speaking of this old Wang, he was still a little worried: "Don't get too close to that side, I invited experts from the School of Geology of Otago University, and asked them to come and see, if there is no volcano and only geothermal heat, then go and dig a pit." (To be continued.) )