As he parted the bushes and got a clear look at the unlucky soul caught in the bark snare, the smile on his face instantly froze.
Broad, dark brown wings, yellow talons and a sharp beak, and those iconic white feathers.
It was this damn American again!!!
The Bald Eagle, one of its claws caught fast in the snare, heard the noise and flapped its wings in a panic. It tried to create some distance, but it could only circle the branch, hopping on the ground on one foot. The scene was utterly comical.
But Lin Chen wasn't laughing.
'This thing is their national bird, a protected species. I have to let it go.'
'But... how am I supposed to set it free?'
The creature had a wingspan of about two meters and stood nearly as high as his knee. 'If I dare bend down in front of it,' he thought, 'that sharp, hooked beak will probably split my head open.'
'So if I can't get close, what do I do?'
