Forest protection starts with picking up a lynx girl

Chapter 158 Let me take a good look at you
Lao Gao is very skilled in camping outdoors and is a skilled worker, so Chen Ying doesn't need to worry too much.

Seeing that Lao Gao was obsessed with bird watching, he didn't bother to disturb him and went out for a walk with his bag, hoping to take some satisfactory photos.

The purpose of his coming up this time was to find the caracal that he had once caught a glimpse of.

Since this mountain once existed, it is possible that caracals still live here.

He knew that the caracal was one of the current Internet celebrities, and if he wanted to do popular science, he had to have the password to the traffic in his hands.

I have collected a lot of materials along the way, but I haven't found anything that is eye-catching yet.

We walked around the bare rock area for a while and saw quite a few pikas, but no large wild animals were seen.

There were bearded vultures and golden eagles circling in the sky, as well as smaller birds of prey, also targeting these round and plump little animals.

Chen Ying found a concave spot, put on some warm clothes, and started to squat and shoot.

There are quite a few pikas here, growing in nests, and they look particularly round.

Maybe because the weather was colder, it was rounder than the last time he and Yin Li saw it on the mountain over there.

Squatting there, like a ball of fluff.

After squatting for a long time, I couldn’t help feeling sleepy.

He picked a grass stem and put it in his mouth to chew. The slight bitterness suppressed his yawns.

With misty eyes, a little cutie emerged from among the rocks.

The big face plate instantly gave Chen Ying a shock.

I looked at the time, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

Normally, this is not the time when caracals are active. They usually move around at dawn and dusk to avoid being preyed upon by large birds of prey such as golden eagles.

This little guy doesn't look very old, and has a clear cuteness to it.

Its fur is very thick and fluffy, which makes its legs look even shorter, and its whole body seems to be directly attached to the ground.

After crawling out of the narrow rock cave, it shook its fur vigorously.

Because the caracal is too fat and has too thick fur, it is not suitable for running to catch prey. It usually ambush at the entrance of its own cave, or slowly approach the target and then hunt quickly.

Its diet mainly consists of plateau rodents and some small birds, especially fat pikas, which are the favorite of the manul.

Both names contain the word "rabbit", and it turns out that rabbit tastes better.

In Chen Ying's camera, there were two pikas moving around not far away. They didn't seem to notice the caracal approaching and were still eating desperately.

The caracal approached slowly and then suddenly attacked.

One pika successfully escaped from the crime scene, but the other one fed the caracal with its own flesh, achieving the greatest perfection in its life.

The camera faithfully recorded this scene.

Just as the caracal was about to take the food to the small dining table to eat, a howl was heard from the sky.

The caracal dropped the food in its mouth and quickly hid in the cave it had been in before.

A bird of prey smaller than a golden eagle flashed past where the caracal had been standing, and the pika on the ground disappeared as well.

Half a minute later, the caracal came out and saw that the delicious food was gone. It was so angry that it cursed on the stone.

Chen Ying rubbed his ears and planned to change places.

This place was still not very safe. He was completely exposed to the eyes of the raptor. What if it treated him as a dish and wanted to take a bite?

His action caused the caracal to suddenly lower its body, lie on the stone, and stare at him intently.

Chen Ying carried the backpack and quickly moved to a lower position.

After finding a place and fixing the infrared camera I brought with me to make sure it wouldn't be bumped by curious little animals, I carried my bag back to the tent.

The lens of the infrared camera is tilted upward and located under the rock, so it is protected from rain and snow.

In addition to observing the manul, you can also photograph other animals.

Back in the tent, Lao Gao was fiddling with his camera. The bearded vulture couple across the street had already returned to their nest, and the sky was gradually getting dark, so it was not suitable to continue taking pictures.

Seeing Chen Ying coming back, Lao Gao threw him a heated sausage with a happy look on his face.

"Did you take a picture of a manul?"

"I took a picture of it. It's a young caracal. I estimate it's about two or three years old. I plan to walk down the rock slope tomorrow to see if I can find another one."

In such a large area, there shouldn't be only one. Whether you can find it depends on luck.

More importantly, Chen Ying felt that the monkey might be referring to the caracals when he told him there were two strange creatures on the mountain.

To the monkeys living in the high forest, an animal with thick, long fur living in a cave would look strange.

Unfortunately, the monkeys didn't know where the caracals lived. He wanted to get close to the caracal above, but that caracal was very timid and would hide in its hole at the slightest sign of trouble.

He was worried that if he went to talk to it, he would scare it to death.

The wind was particularly strong at night and it looked like it was going to snow.

Lao Gao looked at the weather and concluded that even if it snowed, it wouldn't be too heavy. He had stayed on the snowy mountain for ten days or half a month to photograph green-tailed pheasants and white-tailed pheasants before, so this little bit of snow was nothing.

Whatever Lao Gao said, Chen Ying believed it.

The danger on the mountain was not great, and they did not keep watch all night. They took out the thermal blanket and wrapped themselves in it, then opened the down sleeping bag. The tent was double-layered for windproofing, and the location they chose was in the crevice of the rocks, so unless there was a lot of snow, there would be no problem.

Of course, as human beings, we always try to be safe.

So the two of them were still relatively alert. They tacitly agreed that one would go to bed first and the other would go to bed later. They also set the alarm clock so that the one who went to bed early would get up early and go out to check the situation and prepare breakfast.

The next morning, Chen Ying woke up first.

I walked out of the tent quietly, and it was already white outside.

The snow is still falling, but not heavily, and the wind is relatively gentle.

He stretched and moved his body, preparing to light a fire to boil water, when he turned his head and almost had a close contact with a furry face.

The caracal from yesterday was lying on a rock next to the tent, staring at him curiously.

The distance was so close that if he leaned forward a little, he could bury his face directly in the caracal's fur.

The caracal was a little slow to react. After staring at each other for a while, it suddenly seemed to wake up, stood up, stepped back, and then took a short step to prepare to eat breakfast.

Chen Ying thought it was fun, so she reached out and stroked it when it wasn't paying attention.

The little fellow seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, and couldn't put down his raised paw for a long time. After a long while, he turned his head to look at him.

That look seemed to be saying, "What do you want to do? Are you trying to molest me?"

After watching the caracal leave to look for food, Chen Ying quickly boiled some water, cooked two packets of instant noodles, and added two boiled eggs before calling Lao Gao to get up.

It was unknown what time Lao Gao went to bed at night, with his messy hair hanging down on his head.

"Old Chen, let's stay here for another two days. I plan to go around and see if there's any chance of spotting a green-tailed pheasant or a brown-tailed pheasant."

"No way, we have brown-tailed pheasants here? Isn't it a specialty of Tibet? How could the national bird of that small plateau country come here?"

"It's hard to say. You can pick up the eggs of white-tailed rainbow pheasants in Jiamugou, so it's not impossible for brown-tailed rainbow pheasants to appear."

He couldn't accept this at all.

Just look. If there is no such thing, he won't be able to tell a nest of birds even if he just takes a few glances.

Lao Gao went back into the tent to catch up on his sleep. The snow was still quite heavy now, so the bearded vultures and golden eagles would not come out to hunt. He had to wait until 1 p.m. when the weather cleared up and it would be easier to observe them.

Chen Ying was still thinking about the caracal that had just come to tease him, and planned to bring some souvenirs and visit his little neighbor.

I'm sorry, brothers and sisters, there is no update today.

I went to the Civic Center to do some work this morning. I was soaked by the heavy rain on the way. When the air conditioner in the center blew, I collapsed on the way home. I managed to finish writing the basic update. I was shaking even when I was sitting. I couldn't bear it any longer. I took some medicine and went to sleep first.

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