The camp.
After a long discussion, Teacher Chen and the others finally decided to officially register the Hunting Falcon.
This meant fitting it with an identity band and installing a GPS tracker.
On one hand, it was for scientific research.
This albino Hunting Falcon was of high research value.
On the other, it had already become a target for poachers, so a GPS tracker would also offer it some protection.
Fitting the leg band went smoothly.
But when it came to the tracker, things didn't go so well.
Even with Shen Xin watching right there, as soon as they put it on, the Hunting Falcon wouldn't stop twisting its head to peck and bite at the tracker.
"Teacher Chen, this isn't working." Even Shen Xin's attempts to calm it were useless.
The Hunting Falcon flapped its wings, constantly trying to shake the tracker off, twisting its head to peck and tear at it.
Seeing that it might hurt itself, they had no choice but to take it off for now.
