The breeze blew through the birch forest and there was no wild grass growing on the ground.

In the eyes of Swiss black-nosed sheep, you can chew some green grass, and you can spit it out if you don’t taste delicious.

The grasses live in this difficult situation, despair and sad.

The snow stored on the hillside in winter now melts into a stream of water, flowing slowly along the low-lying areas.

It travels south into the Forest River, and then turns eastward, just like the melting water of other nearby mountains, ice and snow, and finally makes the Missouri River water abundant.

Han Xuan asked his son to stop the car quickly, and hurriedly pushed the cart and ran down, digging away the incomplete alfalfa, and entering the empty forest.

The sun shone through the leaves and dispelled the dark atmosphere of the woods. More than twenty black-nosed sheep were lying on the ground, one by one, stretching out their pink tongues and hanging them diagonally on their mouths.

The curly hair on the body is stained with grass leaves. They used to love cleanliness, but now they don’t have the energy to take care of it. There is a young black-nosed sheep with her front legs hanging in the air, shaking, and shaking again...

After careful investigation, I found that most of them fainted due to their strength and pressed their hands on their chests, and they could feel their heartbeats. Han Xuan was anxious to ask his father to call someone to drag these black-nose sheep back.

After counting, dozens of them disappeared, so they left and searched with Andrew.

The song bandage on the branch is sneaking for food, about the same size as a sparrow, and the screams are gentle, and it sounds like saying: "Machimachimach, put your teapot, pot, pot..."

After walking not far, they found several black-nosed sheep standing tremblingly against the tree. When they saw Han Xuan, they seemed to have seen God, and they were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, waiting for help.

A figure ran past the bushes next to him, and Han Xuan thought there was a healthy survivor. He turned his head and saw the special white butts, and realized that it was not them, but only a wild white-tailed deer.

I've been finding the foot of the mountain.

These little guys like to live in the mountains. The higher the higher the, the more comfortable it is. It seems that they have to explore the entire mountain.

In order to take care of Professor Andrew, Han Xuan proposed to rest nearby. He waited for the cowboys on the ranch to come, and the sun was about to set.

Animals in Flathead Park often come to the snow-capped mountain ranch, such as the north flapping winged duck not far away.

Its wings and tail are bright yellow, like a noble lady wearing a leopard coat, a thick necklace wrapped around her neck, and a rouge on her face. She squats on the ground and sways her head, looking for food.

Professor Andrew said it was a woodpecker, but Han Xuan didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.

Because even if it flew on the tree, the North Flying Pin did not catch on the trunk like other woodpeckers, but flew directly to the branches. This was not what the woodpecker did. After a moment, I heard the tuk-knock sound...

Well, it's a woodpecker.

Han Xuan thought helplessly.

As a forest doctor, the woodpecker, he likes to dig insects on the ground to eat. It’s really a big forest with all kinds of birds.

"They will not get brain oscillation even if they hit trees hard. Because their singing voice is so bad, these woodpeckers have become percussionists."

Professor Andrew was afraid of disturbing the North Flying Pin. He sat on a rock, leaned his body sideways and joked to the boy.

"Tuk tuk is a percussion that they play to maintain their territory or attract the opposite sex, so sometimes they even deliberately play on metal to make the sound louder..."

There are trees at the foot of the mountain, but it turns into wild grasslands.

Andrew told Han Xuan a lot about the habits of small animals here. They were like white-crowned buntings, dark-eyed lantern-grass buntings, double-lead plucks, etc., and they were very knowledgeable.

Fat Ding was lying beside the boy, and just passed through the "more than 500 meters" forest, and was exhausted. He had not recovered yet. He wanted to climb into his master's arms for comfort, but he was disliked again.

He looked compassionate on his face, looked bored and thought about the cat, but unexpectedly saw something falling from the air. He was so scared that he kept meowing and slapped his master with his paws.

Han Xuan wrapped his hands around his knees, listening to the professor's strange things about mule deer without looking back. He grabbed Fat Ding's short arm and whispered: "Don't make trouble, I didn't bring any food."

Fat Ding suddenly became angry and embarrassed. He thought that the cat was a pig, so he knew what to eat.

There were three more arm caught. They sat on the ground and kicked Han Xuan on the lap, and they screamed loudly.

Han Xuan turned around and was about to teach this guy a lesson. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a moving object in the sky. He looked up and almost fell down.

Andrew hurriedly helped him, followed him, glanced at him for a few glances and smiled, "That's a bald sea eagle."

"Bald-headed sea eagle? Are you talking about the one on the national emblem?"

Looking at the sky again, he fell a lot while talking. Han Xuan looked at it for a long time but couldn't see that it was a bird, which was almost the same as a ball.

"Yes, it's the eagle on the national emblem."

Andrew had presbyopia, small characters near the corners required to wear glasses, and could be clearly seen from a distance. He raised his head and said, "At first, Jamin Franklin himself opposed the selection of the bald eagle as the American national bird. Although it looked majestic, he often robbed food from small birds of prey and otters, such as osprey."

"And they will be bullied by blackbirds, crows and even birds of birds, or even driven out of the territory."

Han Xuan was surprised and his mouth opened slightly.

I couldn't speak for a long time. I saw their fierce eyes and strong bodies over a meter long, but I thought they were so fierce that they would be bullied by crows...

Professor Andrew did not see the boy's expression of contempt and continued, "But no matter what kind of habits, it's still pretty good to look at the appearance."

"They are mating, and the eagle and the female eagle's paws hold like this."

The old professor put his hands in front of Han Xuan, crossed his fingers and clasped his fingers: "The weightlessness from the sky is rotating straight down until he approaches the ground, and will not separate and fly quickly, as if he is dancing a ballet."

After hearing his words, the boy and fat Ding turned their heads neatly and looked at the sky sixty degrees to see how they danced.

Han Xuan muttered: "Fat Ding, go ahead! You will become famous by grabbing it!"

The fat cat despised the meow.

It seems that it's enough to just talk about this kind of bird Winnie, and it's not the turn of Mr. Cat to take action himself...

My father shouted from the woods, dusting off the dust from his shorts, and Han Xuan replied loudly: "Here! Dad!"

"Why are you running so far? You're not afraid of danger."

Han’s father and Old John came over and found what they were looking at. He glanced at him and said, “There seems to be a lot more bald eagles in Montana in the past two years.”

"Well, several nearby states are busy setting up factories, and the pollution has become serious. They can feel it, so they migrate here." Professor Andrew smiled. After sitting for a long time, his legs became numb. He rubbed his calves and stood up.

"Let's go, Professor Andrew and you go back first, I'll check if there are any black-nose sheep on the mountain."

"You two?" Han Xuan looked around and asked.

"Of course not. Martinez and Jones are moving the sheep, and they will come and go together later..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!