"Migration?"
"Yes!" Elvan nodded affirmatively.
The migration of migratory birds was now a matter of urgency, which is why he had been in such a hurry to show up, arriving the day after they had agreed on a time.
Bi Fang didn't respond, but instead took the stack of photos he had just been looking at and went through them again, and indeed, he discovered Elvan's figure among them.
In the photo, Elvan was clad in brown linen garments, pretending to be a goose, leading the young White-fronted Geese in flying practice by the lake.
"You're raising them?"
"Sort of?" Elvan's tone was complicated, "I found the eggs of White-fronted Geese in a wetland that was about to be developed, four nests in all, but it was too late when I discovered them. The construction crew that contracted the wetland had already started work. I waited for three days, but their parents never returned..."
Bi Fang rested his chin on his hand, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, "All twenty-one eggs hatched?"
