Yesterday evening my son brought back a big carp, is a friend of the fishing, put in the freezer at night to bring back to the refrigerator with a plastic bag wrapped in preparation for today's baby snapper to eat, and this morning to see is still alive, the life of the little baby is really big! This afternoon I played with him, very happy. At first he was scared when I passed him, and he swung his tail and threw out the water. Later, he was not afraid anymore and was very good. When I changed the water for him, he struggled a little bit, but then he didn't move, as if he knew I would give him water soon, he is a smart baby. I picked him up to see if his beak was hooked, but he stayed still and let me see. There is a spot on the left side of his mouth that is red, and there is also a scale on the left side of his body that is red from an injury. I washed my hands in the water and he wasn't afraid, he swam over to me and I put my finger on him and he wasn't afraid to let me touch his mouth. Later, I washed my hands and accidentally touched his back to scare him, he was frightened and desperately swinging his tail to shake the water. I quickly touched his back to calm him down, and he really calmed down immediately. He swam to me and stopped right in front of me. I talked to him and told him that I would definitely send him home today, and he seemed to be listening attentively with his eyes twitching. Gave him a wafer and he didn't eat it. In the evening to see him he was frightened, big swinging water, scared me not dare to go over. Then I don't know how long it was, but suddenly I heard a loud noise and he jumped out of the sink so high and fell to the bathroom tile floor, I went over to see the little baby gasping for air, it was so heartbreaking. Poor baby, I know he is intentional, he has thought, waited for so long he knew no longer, can not be imprisoned in this small pool, he knew that this place can not live, he has to find a way to break out. I quickly called my son to come back and put him back in the pool, he was fine, I was really afraid that he would have internal injuries. Took to the river, my son told me, in about 4-5 inches from the water, he was turning back the plastic bag to let him out, a wave hit, he heard the sound of the river waves, know that home, he could not wait, twisted 2 times and jumped into the water by himself! He got stuck when he went into a crack in the rocks, my son took him out and he swung dramatically a few times into the water and disappeared. Goodbye baby, may you go to the center of the water and never bite the bait or take the bait again. May you never be hurt again and never be separated from your loved ones!
This previous son also brought back a small fish, is to ask people for ready to give the baby snapper to eat. The baby snapper didn't eat him, and he always followed the baby snapper without moving an inch. He must have missed his family and felt lonely and wanted company. One side of his mouth was pulled by the hook and broken, his lips were crooked to one side, it was heartbreaking to look at him, he must have been in pain, and his heart was suffering even more. I gave him some grains of rice every day, I counted them, he always avoided them and went to eat them when I wasn't there, I saw that he always went to eat them but not a single grain of rice, and then I realized that he couldn't even eat half of the grains of rice in his mouth, which was heartbreaking. I only twisted the rice to give him, he began to be very afraid to come and do not dare to come over, and really too hungry to resist the courage to swim to my side to eat a mouthful of immediately leave to hide behind a small bowl, observe a moment and then come over to eat a mouthful of. so again and again, and then he knew that I would not hurt him, he swam boldly in front of me, the chicken pecked rice like a mouthful of food, the way very cute, and also very heartbreaking. It was very cute and heartbreaking. When I touched him, he wasn't afraid anymore, and he was very good, unlike when I touched him when he first came home, when he desperately struggled to escape. I was afraid I couldn't feed him and then I let him go back soon afterward. I don't know if he's okay, what he eats, and he's still so small! I'm really worried that his lips are so crooked that they block the entrance to his mouth, what else can he eat? I miss him. They really made me realize that fish have minds and souls and emotions and joys and sorrows.
My son loves to fish too, and he goes fishing a lot, but he's never taken a fish home. He often caught fish in the lake (when all those fish were going to be salvaged) and then took them to the river and released them. He said that one time he caught a lot of fish in a white bucket, and all the fish heads were pointing in one direction - the direction of the lake. Suddenly, there is a fish violently to the bottom of the barrel, and then through the recoil force to jump up to jump into the lake, all the other fish also so one after another to jump back. Some of those fish jumped back into the lake, some fell on the shore. They used all their strength - to stay alive, to go home, to be free.
One time he caught a golden carp, beautiful! Covered in a beautiful red color, glowing with gold, so joyful that when you saw him you couldn't help but feel that he was luck incarnate, and the owners of the fish farm were so happy that they refused to take any money. When I brought him home, I felt so happy that my home was lit up by him. I wanted to keep him overnight and release him the next day, but my son refused, saying that he was just bringing him home to show me, and that the fish jumped out of the water soon after he put it in! He wanted to go home! He wants to be free! Only hurry up and send him back to nature his real home.
Another time we went to a restaurant to eat, the walls of that restaurant set a fish tank, shallow, as if set a painting, there are a few small fish, and a few big fish I have not seen before, black, two eyes are not on both sides but are on the top of the head. There were also some water plants in it, and the whole tank was almost full, with little room for movement. The fish, especially the big ones, just lay there motionless and staring. Then one of the big fish slowly swam towards me, not swimming, almost moving, there was no place for him to swim! He slowly moved over, raised his eyes and suddenly saw me looking at him, he immediately stopped motionless, and looked at me with two fixed eyes, like a person looking at you, not a child, but an adult's eyes. There was no fear in his eyes, but he could read a deep sense of helplessness and sadness. We have been looking at each other for a while, his eyes have been fixed on me without moving, I was a little embarrassed by his look, my heart was y shocked, that feeling is not a fish, but a person silently watching you. There was no curiosity or fear or hostility in his eyes, only cold helplessness and self-respect, like a dignified prisoner looking at someone who came to watch. He seemed to know that I could not save him, and then walked on in silence, with a deep sadness. There wasn't much room to walk, and then he stayed there without looking at me or moving. It was hard on my heart . I looked at the people who came to eat, but no one really noticed them. For the sake of the restaurant owner's "idea", these poor little creatures are brutally imprisoned in this dark and small space and tortured until they die.
Who can say that fish do not have thoughts and emotions? If there are thoughts and feelings, there is pain and sorrow, fear and dread, joy and sorrow.
Fish are to swim around, they and we need the same blue sky and sunshine and freedom, that is their right.
It is not easy for them to live, they have gone through a lot of hardship to survive, may human beings try to be kind to those poor little lives.
By the way, look at this post, maybe you will like, is to see on the Internet, ferry it on the line, here can not copy the URL: release - (such as the turtle like spirit of the turtle), they are five times on the shore, who said that the animals do not know gratitude? - dinglinsi's Corner - Xizi Hutong