Injured heron（三）

However, we are still three meals a day possessor of it. Gradually, its wounds healed, the line can be out of the solution. And body weight also significantly increased. However, the right wing always hangs lower, beat up and is soft. I do not know is good wound never fully recovered, or bone is not connected.
An instant more than a month later. One autumn morning, I was an "ah ah" sound awakened. It turned out that only the top of the tower stopped hundreds of herons; Wang Grandma Muzi tree also stops in front of a lot only, top of the tree's trunk and a few branches will be kept rickety; there are many flying in the air. Their side of the jump or fly, while "Ah," cried. Obviously, because of the weather cools, herons nausea ready to move up. Cage in the heron apparently been alerted, and it also "Ah," cried the same time, uncharacteristically lost the sense like out of drilling, while from the side, while on the other side.
I added to the cage loach, but it simply repeated the line drill, complete expense of home hungry.
At noon, I went to feed, and found that the cage is very quiet. I draw manger and found no less a five loach. I then looked down heron, found it round his neck in the mesh, the body hung motionless in the corner of the wall, one leg hanging on the cross is anti-stall, the same as broken gas. I hastened to open the cage lid, taking it down from the Internet, a look, they still live. I put it, it went, drilled mesh. It seems to die in the fight against detention, freedom.
My daughter and I unanimously decided to put it.
Requested his wife to release with us.
We escorted the family went to the tower next to really tall heron on the slopes. Thought, I decided to put Flanagan heron on the clothesline pole. I came to the middle of bamboo, raised its holding, it's feet to stand in the bamboo pole, and then let go, quietly withdrew to one side.
Heron stretch Suozhaobozai left to see, right look, seemed to consider how to do. Just then, a heron flying on top of the tower down, fell on other end of the Muzi bamboo tree. Apparently saw the injured heron began to go in the direction Muzi tree, and finally reached the Muzi under the tree branches. It was squatting squatting body in preparation for the tree. It threw up a fly, while the emission of a bubble stool behind the white droppings fell like rain adding that following a cluster of bamboo unknown lush broad-leaved trees, the rustle straight ring. However, the bird did not fly successfully, it is only to fly up to one meter high, just hit Muzi tree branches fell down on the helpless, is throwing a lot of bird droppings or in the hardwood, the then and from leaves fell into the grass.
After that, we, through dense bushes, and saw it was ruefully, squatting broadleaf trees on the roots of a horizontal crotch.
I decided not to interfere in its fate, With a heavy heart, and his wife and daughter went to the lower slope.
The next morning, my daughter, the aviculture of wooden blocks to move further to the king under Grandma's gable. Walked beside the clothesline pole, I could not help carefully to the way the roots under the deciduous trees looked, there has been no heron figure. I was in a nearby bush to find a look, actually are a dead silence. However, when I was only the unfortunate fate of suspicion when the bird, I discover the third floor cornice of the tile pagoda stood back, a heron, the right wing from its relaxed, especially in the red wings I immediately recognized that the wounded heron. Close to the pagoda, there is a high mountain hemp tree, it must be from this tree to climb up the. It stands on the corner, away from the wall very close to the sun so bright it's shadow reflected on the wall, very clear. Pagoda and down exceptionally quiet, autumn whispering. I do not know when the group has been heron flying south. Frequently injured heron overlooking the South, seem so lonely and plaintive.
"Heron, can not fly you do not fly," his daughter cried, "you come back, we will never possessor of you."
Heron crooked beginning to see the sky, it seems to mean: "I want the sky ah."
In the afternoon, heron finally disappeared from the tower.
"Heron flying to the South yet?" My daughter asked me at night.
"Possible." I said.
"It is not not fly it?"
"Macerate, and may fly up."
Daughter, I believe, I also believe.
One afternoon, a neighbor boy to come to me, and said:
"The man killed the other birds had fallen into the lake. I saw in the gate there. Drowned."
Small lake in the ancient tower of the south coast there are many weeping willows, in the west of the Lake, there is a drain of locks. I immediately went to see, floating gate before the dirty objects in, and sure enough there is a heron's body. Hanging its head deep into the water, like ducks feeding in deep water like. It's two wings loosely floating in the water, much like flying in the air, on the right wing with a touch of red; dead, seem to be doing the flying dream.