Chapter 243 - Losing Half of Their Short-Winged Birds (1/2)

The gradual brightening of the sky and the thin fog in the air made the ice-covered world appear even more like a black-and-white ink wash painting. The ground was covered in a layer of snow and crunched when it was stepped on.

Bai Qingqing stood at the doorway and stretched. The fresh air she breathed into her lungs made the fatigue from the nightmare she experienced the night before go away.

The wooden pillar that Curtis had crushed last night had been set up again. It had clearly been replaced as the wood was very fresh. Parker and Curtis hadn’t paid any attention, so it must have been Winston who replaced the pillar.

Bai Qingqing looked at Winston and said, “Thank you, Winston.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Winston glanced at her. He grabbed the stone basin and walked to the side of the house, then picked out clean pieces of ice from the mountain of ice and put them in the basin.

Boiling water for the day before Bai Qingqing woke up was something he had to do every day. He hadn’t had the time to do it today since she woke up from her nightmare with a start.

Bai Qingqing walked to the bird’s shelter and panicked upon seeing the blood on the floor. “One, two, three… thirteen. Half of them have died.”

The remaining thirteen short-winged birds were extremely frightened. The moment they heard a noise, they stuck their heads in their nest. With their feathered butts in the air, they looked like bunches of yellowing wild grass in autumn.

Bai Qingqing looked up at Curtis and frowned. “Thank goodness you ate the dead birds. Otherwise, they’d feel distressed looking at them.”

Curtis urgently needed to eat after waking up from hibernation, and ten-odd birds and four wolf pups were just enough food for him to feel full. Upon hearing this, Curtis smiled slightly and replied, “I’ll go catch some more short-winged birds later.”

Bai Qingqing shook her head. “It’s okay. The cold season’s about to end. The eggs laid by the birds are enough. If we have too many birds around, it’ll be a waste of food. They’d be noisy too.”

Feeling sorry for the short-winged birds, Bai Qingqing said to Parker as he went to take out their eggs, “Let’s not scare them today. We’ll give them something nice to eat and take out their eggs the day after tomorrow.”