Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl-Chapter 158: Let Ben Sun Take a Good Look at You

Old Gao’s outdoor camping skills were superb, a skilled worker; Chen Ying didn’t need to worry too much.

Seeing Old Gao engrossed in bird watching, he didn’t bother to disturb him and took his bag to wander around, hoping to capture satisfying photos.

His purpose for coming here was to find the rabbit cat he had glimpsed once before.

Since there had been rabbit cats on this mountain before, they might still be living here.

He knew rabbit cats were a hit online, and he wanted to do a science popularization; he had to have the flow code in his hands.

He had also collected quite a bit of material along the way, but so far, he hadn’t found anything particularly eye-catching.

Walking around the bare rock area, he saw plenty of mouse rabbits, but still no trace of large wild animals.

However, in the sky, there were bearded vultures and golden eagles circling, along with smaller birds of prey, their targets also being these plump little animals.

Chen Ying found a depression and, dressed warmly, began to squat and take photos.

Here, the mouse rabbits were numerous, bundling into dense clumps that looked especially round.

Perhaps due to the colder weather, they seemed rounder than the ones he and Yin Li had seen on the high mountains.

They squatted there, like fluffy dumplings.

After squatting for a while, sleepiness began to creep up on him uncontrollably.

He picked a stalk of grass, chewed on it, and its slight bitterness suppressed the yawns.

In his blurry gaze, a cute little creature popped out from between the rocks.

Its large face instantly jolted Chen Ying.

He checked the time—it was five in the afternoon.

Logically, this wasn’t the active time for rabbit cats; they usually moved around at dawn and dusk to avoid predators like golden eagles.

This little guy appeared quite young, exuding a clear, adorable clumsiness.

Its fur was thick and fluffy, making its legs appear even shorter, the whole body seeming to stick close to the ground.

Emerging from a narrow rock cave, it vigorously shook the fur on its body.

Rabbit cats, being too fat and having thick fur, weren’t suited for running to capture prey; they typically ambushed by their burrow entrances or moved slowly towards their targets and then swiftly attacked.

Their diet mainly consisted of highland rodents and some small birds, particularly the plump mouse rabbits, which were a favorite of the rabbit cats.

As the name implied, "rabbit" tasted somewhat better.

In Chen Ying’s lens, not far away, two more mouse rabbits were active; they seemed unaware of the approaching rabbit cat, still frantically feeding.

The rabbit cat slowly approached and then suddenly struck.

One mouse rabbit successfully escaped the scene but the other, becoming prey, completed a circle of life.

The lens faithfully recorded the scene.

Just as the rabbit cat was preparing to grab its food and look for a small dining place, a harsh screech came from the sky.

The rabbit cat dropped its food-to-be and quickly hid back in its previous cave.

A bird of prey, slightly smaller than the golden eagle, flashed past where the rabbit cat had been standing, and the mouse rabbit on the ground also disappeared without a trace.

Half a minute later, the rabbit cat came out, saw its meal gone, and furiously cursed at the rocks.

Chen Ying rubbed his ears, deciding to change locations.

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This place was still not very safe; his whole person was exposed under the gaze of the birds of prey, what if they thought of him as a meal to try.

His movement made the rabbit cat press its body low, lying on the rock, watching him intently.

Chen Ying grabbed his backpack and swiftly moved to a lower position.

Finding a spot, he set up his infrared camera, ensuring it wouldn’t be knocked over by curious small animals, then carried his bag back to the tent.

The infrared camera lens was tilted upward, nestled under a rock, shielded from the rain and unaffected by snow.

Apart from observing the rabbit cats, it could also capture other animals that entered the frame.

Back in the tent, Old Gao was fiddling with his camera.

The Bearded Vulture couple across from him had already returned to their nest, and as the light dimmed, it was no longer suitable for shooting.

Seeing Chen Ying return with a happy face, Old Gao tossed him a heated sausage.

"Did you get the rabbit cat?"

"Yes, I got a young one, about two or three years old, I guess. I plan to walk down to the stone slope tomorrow to see if I can find another."

In such a large area, it logically shouldn’t have just one, whether or not another could be found would depend on luck.

More importantly, Chen Ying felt that the monkeys telling him about two strange creatures on the mountain might have been referring to the rabbit cats.

To the monkeys living in the high forest, an animal living in caves with thick and long fur must indeed seem quite odd.

Unfortunately, the monkeys didn’t know the living area of the rabbit cats, and he really wanted to get closer to the one above, but it was extraordinarily timid, ducking into its cave at the slightest rustle.

He was even worried that trying to talk to it would scare it to death.

The wind blew hard at night as if it was going to snow.

Old Gao checked the weather and determined that even if it snowed, it wouldn’t be much. Having stayed on Snow Mountain for ten to fifteen days previously to photograph the Green-tailed and White-tailed Rainbow Pheasants, such a little bit of snow was nothing to him.

With Old Gao saying that, Chen Ying believed him.

The dangers on the mountain were minimal, and they didn’t deliberately keep watch during the night, wrapping themselves in thermal blankets and opening their down sleeping bags. The tent was double-layered against the wind and tucked in a rock crevasse, so unless there was an extreme snowfall, there really wasn’t a problem.

Of course, as people say, it’s not the hundred worries, but the single unexpected one that gets you.

So, both were still quite alert, tacitly taking turns to sleep, setting alarms, the early sleeper waking early to check the surroundings and prepare breakfast.

The next morning, Chen Ying woke up first.

He quietly exited the tent, and outside everything was blanketed in white.

The snow was still falling lightly and the wind was gentle.

He stretched lazily, getting his body moving, and as he was about to start a fire to boil water, he almost had a face-to-face encounter with a furry face.

The rabbit cat from yesterday was perched on a rock next to the tent, curiously watching him.

He was so close that with a little lean forward, he could bury his face into the rabbit cat’s fur.

The rabbit cat’s reaction was a bit delayed; after locking eyes for a while, it suddenly seemed to come to its senses, stood up, backed away, and then scurried off to get its breakfast.

Chen Ying found this amusing and, taking advantage of its distraction, reached out for a stroke.

The little fellow seemed as if an immobilization spell had been cast on it, with its paw raised in the air unable to move for quite some time before it finally turned to look at him.

Its gaze seemed to say, "What do you want to do? Are you harassing me?"

Watching the rabbit cat go off to scavenge, Chen Ying quickly boiled the water, prepared two packs of instant noodles and added two marinated eggs, then woke Old Gao.

Old Gao, whose sleep time was unknown but appeared disheveled and unkempt.

"Old Chen, let’s stay here for two more days," he suggested. "I plan to look around to see if there’s a chance to discover Green-tailed or Brown-tailed Rainbow Pheasants."

"You can’t be serious, Brown-tailed Rainbow Pheasants here? Isn’t that endemic to Tibet, the national bird of that highland country? How could it possibly be here?"

"Hard to say, you managed to find a White-tailed Rainbow Pheasant’s egg in Jiamu Gully, finding Brown-tailed Rainbow Pheasants here isn’t totally impossible."

He really couldn’t argue with that.

Just look, if they’re destined not to be here, he wouldn’t be able to spot a whole nest of birds just by looking.

Old Gao went back to the tent to catch up on sleep. Now the snow was heavy, and neither the Bearded Vultures nor the Golden Eagles would come out to hunt—better to wait for noon, when the weather might clear up, offering a better observation opportunity.

Chen Ying, still thinking about the rabbit cat that had flirted with him earlier, decided to bring a small gift and visit his little neighbor.