The next morning, Lin Yang got up before dawn as usual, set up the fra, provided water, took out Feather Core, and by the ti the whole process was finished, it was already bright outside.
Having only been fed half its al yesterday, Little White was now seething with aggression. It crouched on a person’s arm, its pair of shiny black eyes searching everywhere, not missing any rustle of wind or movent of grass around it.
To prepare for this live hunt, Lin Yang had thoroughly equipped himself. He carried a pack on his back, a survival knife for protection, and dried at for snacks. He constantly carried a pine stick, thick as a hoe handle, in his left hand, which served both for defense and as a walking stick.
Starting the livestream, he maintained the drone’s altitude just a bit higher than head level.
After his recent desensitization attempts, Little White had started to relax its vigilance around Lin Yang’s gear.
At lower altitudes, it no longer felt tense.
"Good morning, host."
"Ho ho ho, front row! I set a special follow for this livestream."
"Have you set off, host?"
Lin Yang put a hat on Little White and simply said, "Good morning, everyone. Today is our first actual hunt, and I’ve chosen the hunting area around our familiar hunting grounds.
Choosing the right hunting ground is one of the key points of the hunting operation, and there are several benefits to this approach, like being more familiar with the environnt and types of prey, increasing the success rate, etc. The preparation is complete, everyone, follow my perspective, let’s go!"
Lin Yang walked toward the wilderness with a staff in his left hand and an eagle in his right.
Once truly in hunting mode, his deanor was noticeably different: his stride was firm, his eyes and ears alert, and his presence powerful.
As he walked, his wooden stick continually tapped in the bushes and grass, while Little White, accustod to the rig, sat steadily on his arm wearing a hat.
The hunting ground was located in a wilderness area between a water source and a forest, and there were still plenty of prey.
He had barely walked fifty ters when a rustling sound ca from the grass.
"There’s sothing!"
Lin Yang called out a warning and imdiately held his breath to observe.
Soon, a head peeked out from the bushes, and the drone zood in for a close-up. Damn, he thought it was so kind of prey, but it turned out to be a ground squirrel.
"A squirrel, this one is a bit bigger than the ones we’ve seen before, host let Little White go."
"It’s probably a ground squirrel, it looks big but doesn’t have much at. Indian once caught one with a trap, and after cleaning, it was only a little bit."
"It’s a ground squirrel, they are very quick and agile on the wilderness, a bit larger than tree squirrels but still too small. Let’s not catch it," Lin Yang said, showing no intention of releasing the falcon for such small prey that barely amounted to four ounces of at after dressing.
With the alarm over, he continued exploring and started casually chatting with his viewers about ground squirrels stealing food stores from tree squirrels.
Suddenly, a gray shadow zipped out from underfoot at high speed, sprinting towards the distance as if its life depended on it.
The completely free rabbit moved with an astonishing speed, leaving Lin Yang very little ti to react.
The drone’s cara managed to keep up, but Lin Yang’s reaction did not, and by the ti he realized what was happening, two seconds had already passed. The rabbit was nearing a patch of low bushes and trees in the cara’s view, and it was too late for the falcon to follow it into the woods, missing the best opportunity.
"Ah, guys, that was my mistake, I was too engrossed in chatting and didn’t concentrate, missing a good opportunity," Lin Yang reviewed regretfully, unconsciously tensing up in focus.
The rabbit had run so fast; he felt that keeping the hat on Little White was affecting its response ti, so he took the hat off.
Exposed to the light again, Little White beca ferocious and quickly went into combat mode, fluffing its feathers like a nesting chicken, its eyes searching everywhere, not missing any trace.
"The speed of a wild rabbit is very fast, from spotting it to issuing a command for the eagle to attack, we have less than two seconds. By the ti the rabbit reaches the edge of the woods, the opportunity is lost,"
Lin Yang briefly summarized the earlier mistake.
While he was still talking, another plump rabbit suddenly leaped from underfoot and ran for its life.
This ti he reacted quickly, blew a whistle, and instantly released his grip on Little White’s reins.
Almost the mont the rabbit burst out, Little White had already locked on the target, and with a powerful push of its strong legs against his arm and fierce wing-flapping, its entire body shot toward the rabbit’s location like an arrow released from a bow.
The pri Little White versus a completely free, unencumbered wild rabbit—next second, the cara captured a spectacular scene.
Little White swooped just sixty to seventy centiters above the grass, chasing the desperately fleeing rabbit.
Just when it seed about to catch up, the rabbit would perform a rapid brake and change direction, evading its pursuer and darting off again.
Unfazed, Little White, with unwavering fighting spirit, adjusted its course slightly and continued the chase.
After three consecutive braking and changing directions, Little White seized an opportunity and landed a solid kick on the rabbit’s lower back.
A muffled ’puff’ sound was heard, louder than during yesterday’s practice session; the sprinting rabbit was kicked so hard that it flew more than a ter into the air.
The rabbit landed and tried to continue running, just regaining its balance when another kick followed.
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