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  1. Guest of the site "With Your Own Hands"

    I got sheep. They grazed on their own. In the morning I open the barn - they come out, and by six in the evening, well, right by the clock, they come back. And I'm used to it.
    But one autumn, all 15 sheep did not come. I looked for them for three days and found no traces, no droppings, no scraps of wool anywhere. It snowed two days later. I tried to find footprints in the snow - again nothing. As far as she could, all the surrounding forests came out. Knowledgeable people explained to me: they could be driven by wolves, several predators are quite tough.

    I had already come to terms with this loss, when suddenly a month later the sheep were found. We went to the next village. When I was told about this, we walked around the woods and found gnawed tree branches, footprints, trails, a place to spend the night - on a dry, elevated place, under a Christmas tree. And then I saw sheep. They weren't wild at all. When we called them, they went to our voice. It turned out that there were even more sheep: one queen gave birth "in the wild" to a strong, strong baby. He was three or four days old. The sheep were all full and healthy.
    I took the baby in my arms and went ahead of the herd, and they followed in single file. Only the mother sheep sometimes lagged behind, ran, screamed, looked for her lamb. Then I had to stop and show her a ram. We walked along the forest road and then, so that the sheep would not scatter, they were driven a little from behind. So pretty quickly we got home. And if earlier my sheep often walked in the forest, now they graze only in the meadows, not far from home: they traveled.

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