The Top Fishing

Chapter 669 - 285: Starting Food Training_2

Chapter 669: Chapter 285: Starting Food Training_2The next morning, Lin Yang got up early as usual, took off the falcon’s hood, and stepped out of the house, squatting from the dim dawn until the sun rose high in the sky.

As affinity gradually increased, Little White’s cautious behavior towards people shortened each morning. After a hearty meal, the falcon’s performance was even more impressive the next day, no longer staring blankly at people.

Starting the live stream, Lin Yang, as usual, chatted with his brothers for a while before taking out the prepared food from the house.

"Little White was very eager to eat yesterday, and even began to respond to the whistle. Today, we are going to proceed to the next step of training, everyone watch closely."

After greeting everyone, Lin Yang placed Little White on a pine post standing outside the door. The post was about one meter three in height and as thick as the mouth of a bowl, just the right size for Little White to perch on comfortably.

"What’s the next step, host?"

"Moving from indoor to outdoor, there’s indeed progress."

"I’m still more focused on its eyes, guys, if you look closely, you can see the fear is no longer present in Little White’s pupils."

Lin Yang turned his back, using his body to shield a view of the slices of meat in the rough pottery bowl from his viewers, and said, "In falconry, once the bird starts eating heartily, the next step is called ’jump to the fist.’ I reckon Little White is so smart that it’ll get it in one go."

After speaking, Lin Yang pinched a slice of meat and turned back around, walking to a spot about half a meter from Little White.

As the whistle sounded, Little White immediately started swinging its head left and right,

"My cat does the same thing."

"Have they developed a tacit understanding? What’s the next step?"

Lin Yang replied, "From the next step on, training a falcon differs from training a hawk. For a falcon, you start to extend the distance, which is called ’flying at altitude,’ but for a hawk, what’s needed is to recognize the lure, the triangular tool sewn together from pheasant wings and rabbit fur that we made before."

"Host, host, what exactly is this lure thing? It looks strange, and I haven’t seen you use it."

"I also want to know; it looks weird, and you haven’t used it."

"Recognizing the lure, is it to associate the food with the lure? I feel like this step is somewhat similar to dog training."

Lin Yang: "Right, some brothers are already able to deduce by analogy. The lure is actually a fake, a training aid, and is used to assist in falconry, in recalling the bird after release. Everyone can think of it as a bowl for eating, similar in function to the whistle. When it’s shown, it signals to the hawk that it’s mealtime. I only fed Little White a bit of meat when it jumped to the fist, we’ll start training it to recognize the lure after it has pooped."

About half an hour later, Little White perched back on the post, and its tail feathers relaxed, releasing a watery poop with a puff. After finishing, it still wagged its tail pensively a few times, appearing quite adorable.

Lin Yang: "Alright, it has pooped. Let’s continue with the rest of the training."

He turned and went back into the wooden house, took down the lure hanging on the wall, and casually tied a large slice of meat to the back of the lure. He then strutted back in front of Little White.

Little White saw this rudimentary lure for the first time and had no reaction whatsoever, mostly focusing on the right hand covered with a rabbit-skin sleeve.