Chapter 223 Picking up a fool
As Xu Ying examined the last Mongolian rabbit, he explained, "That's to adapt to the cold environment."
"A flat face reduces heat loss, as does thick hair."
"Did you notice its pupils? They're round even during the day. This allows for better vision when hunting at dawn and dusk."
"Wow" The little sand cat moved closer to observe the caracal's face. The latter finally reacted and slowly turned its head towards the overly enthusiastic little guy.
"Okay, give them some space."
Xu Ying gently pulled the little sand cat away, "Dehydrated animals need quiet rest."
She looked around the examination table and found that the breathing of all the small animals had calmed down.
The caracal's eyelids began to twitch, and in a safe environment, it could finally relax and take a nap.
"Today is all thanks to you guys."
Xu Ying squatted down and stroked the heads of the black serval and the little sand cat in turn. "If you hadn't discovered them in time, these little guys might have been in danger."
The little sand cat puffed out his chest proudly: "We are the Desert Animal Police Station! We are the guardians of the desert's animal residents!"
[My master is the stationmaster, and I am the team leader, just like Captain Chen Su!]
The black serval smiled, a rare occurrence, and the tip of its tail wiggled gently.
The little sand cat had already jumped onto Xu Ying's shoulder and was rubbing her cheek affectionately.
Inspired by the "cat talk" of the little sand cat, Xu Ying came up with an idea. It would be a good idea to set up a formal desert animal police station for these little animals.
Now that we have sufficient funds, we can provide equipment and supplies to these enthusiastic little animals. The difference is that this is voluntary and there is no need to punch in for work every day.
Xu Ying silently put "Desert Animal Police Station" on the agenda in his little notebook.
Putting away the gel pen, Xu Ying looked out the window. The scorching sun was still burning the desert, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The temperature today is indeed high, but such high temperatures are normal in the desert, and such weather occurs from time to time.
There aren’t usually so many small animals that lack water?
Did something happen?
Wait until these dehydrated little animals wake up and ask them.
Xu Ying turned around to prepare for the next round of fluid replacement.
The caracal made a slight snoring sound in its sleep, as if it was having a sweet dream, and its gray beard was blown up and down, which was very cute.
Xu Ying smiled and adjusted the dripping speed, stroking its thick fur with his fingers. The long, fluffy gray-brown hair on the outer layer of the caracal felt rough and hard, as if coated with a thin layer of wax, and had a very good waterproof and dustproof effect.
And it actually has a springy feel. After she pushed the hair apart with her fingers, it quickly returned to its original shape, similar to the fluffy effect of a feather pillow, but with more support.
The inner layer of fur hidden by the outer layer of fur feels very delicate, like a coarse long-haired cashmere scarf. Xu Ying also touched the caracal's flesh, which was very chewy.
She is a little addicted to rubbing, and the corners of her mouth are almost stretched to the back of her ears. She feels so happy to be able to touch various protected animals openly!
Just as Xu Ying was happily rubbing the caracal, there was another noise outside the rescue station.
Xu Ying quickly opened the door of the rescue station.
A vulture landed steadily on the wooden stake of the "helipad" prepared for them by Xu Ying, its sharp claws grabbing a ball of furry thing.
This vulture is the youngest member of the vulture family and likes to "adventure cruise" everywhere.
The little vulture loosened its beak, and the two little owls fell limply to the ground with their wings drooping, without even the strength to stand up.
[Webmaster Xiao Xu, I found two fainted owls. I don't think they're dead yet, so the flavor isn't that strong. I brought them to you.]
Xu Ying: The child is quite picky about food.
The vulture tilted its head. It had wanted to wait for the two owls to die and rot before enjoying their delicious meal, but this owl looked as if it was still a long way from death.
The Little Owl, also known as the Little Owl, has a pair of light white eyebrows and looks like an old man suffering from heatstroke.
Xu Ying quickly picked up the little owl and gently parted its feathers with his fingertips to check: [Dehydration, high temperature.]
She skillfully pried open its beak and fed it a few drops of glucose water with a dropper.
The little owl took a deep breath and blinked weakly: […water…]
Xu Ying slowly fed water to the little owl.
She asked, "Little Vulture, where did you find these two little ones?"
The little vulture turned his head and looked towards the north: [North, it seems there are a lot of small animals looking for water in the north.]
It shook the dust off its wings: [It wasn't just them. At least a dozen animals along the way were dehydrated, including sand foxes, jerboas, lizards... Even two of the sandgrouse, the best at storing water, died.]
Xu Ying's fingertips paused.
There must be something wrong with the water source in the north.
It was afternoon and the sun was getting smaller.
The dehydrated animals gradually recovered.
The first to wake up was the caracal. Its round, light golden eyes swiveled left and right, tilting its head to look at Xu Ying. "Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here?" were written in those round eyes.
Xu Ying squatted down and gently poked its forehead: "Little idiot, don't you even know that you are dehydrated?"
The caracal blinked, lowered its head a little slowly, licked its cracked paws, and then... was stunned.
It seemed to finally realize—[Oh, I think I'm really thirsty.]
It has sat up, with its tail curled in front of it, and its two front paws are stepping on its furry tail. It has its own foot pads, and it squatted there like a Q-version stone pillar.
The call of the manul sounds like that of a tabby cat, and the pronunciation is like "waowaowao" and "wawuwawu".
[Where is this?]
Xu Ying explained slowly to it, "This is the 032 Desert Animal Rescue Station. I'm the station manager, Xu Ying. You collapsed from dehydration in the desert and were brought to the station by a kind cat."
The caracal stared at her blankly, its round eyes unblinking, as if trying to understand what she was saying.
[Thank you. Thank you.] It said slowly.
"Why did you faint from dehydration? Can't you find any water?" Xu Ying asked softly.
"The stream I often went to drink water from suddenly dried up." The caracal tilted his head and recalled, "I thought if I could sleep for a few days and then go back, the water would return."
The caracal suddenly felt thirsty again when he said this. He opened his mouth and wailed towards Xu Ying: "Stationmaster, I'm thirsty."
Xu Ying handed it a two-liter water bottle with a straw and said, "Suck hard through this straw."
The caracal held the large water bottle with its four paws and began to suck, drinking water in gulps.
After a while, it let go of the kettle and looked confused again, as if wondering why there was so much water here.
It looked up at Xu Ying: [Who are you? Why are you appearing before me?]
Xu Ying: ...I have seen many smart and clever little animals, so it’s a bit strange to see such a simple-minded one for the first time.
Xu Ying had to repeat her self-introduction again.
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