The pelican in the water dipped its head and pecked twice in the water.
Its bill struck, emitting a loud noise.
There were no fish in this body of water; perhaps it saw the reflection of clouds on the water's surface and tried to peck at them?
It swam slowly to the shore, lifted its feet, and somewhat clumsily followed the gap in the fence to walk up onto the jutting bank—The water's edge wasn't completely enclosed, and visitors would usually board bamboo rafts here to go to Lemur Island.
The pelican spread its wings, resembling an old grandma lifting her skirt.
In the water, its movements were fairly agile, and its swimming posture was not much different from other waterfowl, but once on land, its bulky body swayed clumsily from side to side.
Turning its head left and right, it looked at the visitors on the shore, slowly folded its wings, and began to walk forward!
Yingying watched as the pelican approached her, originally mustering the courage to greet it.
