Japanese folk story: moon and night

there are many valleys in hokkaido, japan, with rivers in them.

on a small river in a valley, there was a tree.

there's a tree hole, two metres from the roots.

in the cave, there is a female hatching.

during the winter, the male with the beautiful wings of rainbows was replaced with white-flower feathers of the same olive colour as the female.

they like to swim, and the males swim in the shallows of the river and guard the females who hatch in the caves.

although this is a peaceful, silent valley, it cannot be paralysed, as crows often spy on the situation.

crows steal eggs from birds' nests or steal runaway chicks.

there are minks in the valley.

they're worse than crows.

what kind of ramps and cliffs can go up like arrows, and they can go up to the top of a tree.

they not only hurt eggs and chicks, but are caught and eaten by minks when they sleep at night.

thus, although swimming in the water is comfortable, the male's eyes keep an eye on the tree hole.

the female swims in the water twice a day out of a tree hole, and when it drills into the nest, the wings are as clean as a freshly washed shirt.

the eggs are always wet and glowing.

in the 28th day, in 12 eggs, 12 chicks hatched, and the chicks were born with little orange wings with black marks, and the chirping, very spiritual.

an hour after the eggs hatched, the chicks started working.

in the narrow tree caves, 12 chicks squeezing around, bumping into each other and croaking their butts.

after a while of noise, they were completely exhausted, all drilled under the belly of the female and fell asleep deep until the next morning.

as soon as they opened their eyes, they saw the golden sun on the hole.

they crawled on the back of the female in sevens and eights, stretching 12 little heads towards the hole.

but they can't see the outside world, and they're crawling out of the tree walls with their feet.

life in the wild is so lively that they have only hatched for less than two days, and they are so busy in the beautiful world of red flowers.

by blinking, their heads find a hole in the blue sky and a silver river, a wild instinct that drives them to do nothing and rolls down from a tree hole two metres high with little wings.

the males and females do not prevent them at all, and do not move to see what their children do.

the birds fall down, on grass, on leaves, grunting.

they were tripped and caught by small stones, grass roots and roots, but then jumped and jumped, standing straight on their bodies, 12 little croaks and none injured.

their parents, watching them through this adventure, softly screamed over, and this, and this, and that, seems to be saying that only by leaving the tree hole can they truly live a life of scavengers.

twelve little crotch followed their parents to the shallow waters of the river.

it's all in the eyes of two crows.

they were going to take one or two of the chicks out of the nest, but one of the parents was down there, one of themUp there, they're hard to do.

Now they decide to split up and make an attack while the chicks lined up like schoolchildren。