It was a morning in late August. Down the shore(岸) line of a lake, my father was fishing by a bank of trees. He liked to fish, away from distractions and noise and other people.
He was also a wildlife officer, traveling all over the province to protect nature from humans.
But I was still new to fishing. "Dad, where should I stay?" He simply pressed his index finger to his lips, pointed to a shady spot by a large rock and shook his head gently. I knew he wanted me to be quiet.
The place where we were fishing was near a protected wetland. Songbirds, ducks and Canada geese flew by, touching down briefly on the water's surface before they flapped their wings and flew back into the sky. White clouds passed in front of the sun, blocking its war- ming rays from time to time.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a few big loons (潜鸟)gathered together near the shoreline. What were they doing there? Loons usually travel alone, but here were five. Maybe it was a family? One loon, wailing (哀号), swam away from the group, toward me.
"Dad? Come here!"
My dad turned a bit toward me but didn't move, until I urged him again.
"Look at that loon. It's swimming toward us, "I said, pointing toward that strange loon.
Just then, the loon let out a big laughing sound. It stopped in the water near shore, not ten feet away from us. It was so close that we could see its beady red eyes. Strangely, the bird's wings were held tight against its black-and-white body, its neck wrapped(缠绕)around by a thin line. Fishing line maybe? Was there a hook (钩子)on the line, too?
"It needs help. It's trying to get our attention!"With these words, my dad was ready to get into the water. "But. . . Look at its long beak (喙)! It could easily hurt us with it. "I didn't follow him.
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"Go get the scissors from the tool box, "my dad was shouting.
"Take it easy! The bird won't hurt you!" encouraged Dad. |
