Antarctic fierce penguin observation record

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The alarm rang in the morning, and the first thing Ruan Xingyuan did when he woke up was to get up and look at the screen in front of him.

In the world of ice and snow, the white penguin egg shell cracked a long crack, and there was a hole in the middle that was smaller than a fist.Looking inside, you can already see the little penguin's head and some of its body.

Perhaps the first failure made the little penguin a little annoyed, this time he didn't squeeze out directly, but lowered his head and continued digging holes.

The little penguin's gray body swayed, making the eggshell sway.The fluffy fins pull the hole in the egg shell, and after a few chisels, they will try to stick it out.

When Ruan Xingyuan saw the fluffy fin sticking out from the hole, he curled up his fingers.He really wanted to go over and pinch the little penguin's fins quietly.Presumably, you will feel the fine and soft fluff in your hand, which is warm and will collapse when you press it.

The penguin egg rolled in a circle.The white eggshell crushed the little penguin's body, leading him to turn around.When it stops, the eggshell swings back and forth, like a living pendulum clock.

The little penguin lay down dizzy for a while.

Then the penguin got up, and Ruan Xingyuan heard angrily, "What the fuck?! Why are you so stupid?"

With a "da", the penguin slapped on the eggshell.

"Sooner or later it will break you!"

The little penguin turned around, its two flippers were pulling the opening of the hole, and it was facing the camera.

Ruan Xingyuan finally saw the complete upper body of the little penguin.

He has not yet opened his eyes, and the fur on his body is neater and more beautiful than that of other penguin cubs when he was born. With an oval belly and open fins, he looks like a young gentleman in a tuxedo with outstretched hands.

It's a pity that the little gentleman pawed at the opening of the hole, his little gray head protruded out, and a lovely ball of wool grew out of the white eggshell.

The little penguin's chubby body circled with the eggshell, messing up the neat hair in a short while.

A gust of wind is blowing from Antarctica.

The wind blows in from the eggshell, and it's chilly. The penguin shrank its body and buried it in its plush stomach to feel the warmth. It lowered its head to cover it for a while before continuing to poke its head out.

At first, he rolled the eggshell carefully, and Ruan Xingyuan couldn't figure out which direction he was going to turn.

Immediately afterwards, the eggshell rolled forward, lying down with the body of the little penguin.

The little penguin that fell down bit the father penguin's fur.The two fins next to the belly are waving, the toes are swaying, and the penguin's whole body is shaking.

Kind of like a caterpillar.Ruan Xingyuan couldn't help thinking of worms.

The penguin's gray body was buried below, and Ruan Xingyuan could only see the white eggshell, which was huge for a little penguin.

The gray contrasts with the white, emerging from the whiteness without being abrupt.The direction of the eggshell is always turning, and the little penguin's gray plush body comes out from the left for a while, and then runs to the right for a while.

This chick is constantly changing positions, trying to find a suitable place for him to come out.

Finally getting impatient, the little penguin lay down on its whole body, its beak biting the fur underneath, its two flippers were pulling, its body was swinging, rubbing against the eggshell and throwing it back.

When the eggshell turned, Ruan Xingyuan saw the penguin's toes pushing against the cracks in the eggshell.

The huffing and sniffing became louder and hurriedly rang in Ruan Xingyuan's ears. He looked anxiously at the little penguin on the screen, and wanted to jump into it to help.

The cracks in the eggshell gradually extended, and the hole that was originally broken became larger than before after some struggle.

But the little penguin who was struggling to break its shell was still unclear. He only felt that it was getting colder, and the wind was blowing from all sides.

Unseen, he had to change direction, dragging his heavy shell to find a warm place.Until it turned to a certain direction, the little penguin felt the warmth, and immediately waved its fins and crawled towards that place.

When the head touched the real object, the little penguin stopped.The instinct of thirsting for warmth made him squeeze forward again unwillingly, unexpectedly, he squeezed his head in.

This place is really warm, and the little penguin doesn't want to go out after entering.

Papa Penguin stood there blankly, looking a little at a loss.

It was the first time he encountered such a situation, and it was also the first time he saw such a penguin.

He reminded the baby penguin in a panic, "You can't drag the eggs into the bag, and you have to crack the shell first." At least come out and eat.

Probably understood what he had made a mistake again, this time the little penguin became annoyed, turned around and began to fight against the eggshell angrily.

After another fall, the little penguin's belly popped out of the eggshell.

Ruan Xingyuan took a look. He was not as bulging as a penguin cub, and he had worked so hard before, so he was already starving.

The survival instinct makes every little penguin work extra hard. They will brave the cold and hunger, and get out of the eggshell before their eyes are opened.

The first thing every little penguin does after breaking its shell is to raise its head and call, seeking the first full meal after birth.

After another 10 minutes, Ruan Xingyuan looked at the clock, it was already [-]:[-].The little penguin fought for another hour and three minutes without knowing it. Although he didn't move all the time, he was really persevering.

Penguin father called a few times.Ruan Xingyuan guessed that this was the father penguin encouraging his children.

Because after the sound, the little penguin lying down to rest shook its body a few more times.

It just moved symbolically, and it was buried in the fur again after a while.

Just a little bit.Ruan Xingyuan sighed inwardly.Most of the little penguin's body is outside. If you try harder, it should almost come out.

It's a pity that the little penguin was already exhausted and couldn't get up on his stomach at this time.

Some of the other penguins woke up too.The cries of penguins sounded up and down on the ice at the edge of the continent, and the immature voices from the next door came here.

On the screen, the lazily lying little penguin swished its fins, turned its head and pointed towards that place keenly.It's a pity that he couldn't see it, but he was still persistently looking there.

Ruan Xingyuan glanced at it. It was a gray little penguin with fine fur and twice the size of the little penguin.At this time, he was lying in the pouch of the penguin father, sticking out his head and looking up to beg for food from his parents.

The little penguin called for his father penguin loudly.

"Hmph! It's you!"

Who?

Ruan Xingyuan looked at his notebook in bewilderment, and the penguin cub in his mind actually added a play to himself.But as the subject of his fantasy, he didn't even know what his cub was thinking.

On the glacier, under the belly of the penguin father, the little penguin shook its body and vigorously shook the eggshell, stepped on the eggshell, and separated its body from the eggshell bit by bit.

Two centimeters, one centimeter, finally separated.

Ruan Xingyuan stood up from his seat and leaned over to watch on the screen. The little penguin kicked open the egg shell neatly.

It's so cute.A smile appeared on Ruan Xingyuan's face.

On the screen, the little penguin propped up his body, stretched his neck and raised his head high.

The little penguin who had been fighting for more than a day was already hungry, and Ruan Xingyuan guessed that he would beg for food from the penguin father in the next moment.

The penguin father was obviously ready, with his neck bent, his beak opening to secrete milk, and stretching towards his baby.

The scene of harmony between father and son made Ruan Xingyuan feel tender in his heart.

The little penguin opened its beak and let out a childish cry.Crisp and raw, even cuter when you don't understand.

He asked ferociously: "Where are you calling me that stupid boy?"

Ruan Xingyuan, Penguin Papa: "..."