Victor Kozlovsky
Vladimir did not know where to hide from his wife. On the eve released a pig in the yard to clean the barn and its gone. I looked in the kitchen garden, the garden, went to the river. The traces are everywhere, but most do not. But she could leave in any direction, the gate for her - not an obstacle.
Indeed, fear is not in vain: his wife to start right at the door to abuse and lament that almost one year grown pig-fed and greaves not have to try. The owner also posted her pig is hungry and would return home. The nearest village three kilometers, and in the other direction - a huge swamp "Yelnya".
The next morning before dawn went to search for "missing", walked around every corner - no, I do not come! Nothing to do, began to feed his large farm, by whom and lived. Then you and the mare with foal, and goats, sheep, chickens, indoutki and, of course, guard - dog Polkan ...
On the fourth day was the barn "fugitive." Boss happy - dispute that he had won his wife!
Soon there were hints of a pig it porosnost. In early March, she brought a dozen porosyatok ... striped coloring. Then it became clear whom she met in late autumn in the forest in the swamp ...
Leaving himself two pigs and wild boar, and the rest sold to neighbors. Porosyatki grew up together in offense did not give himself to fall on hearty grub and semi-grazing gained good weight. ... And history repeated itself. At the end of January 2010 is already one of Pigs led brood of six pieces, and in February and another farrowing different-sized color "PigletĀ».
Here's an interesting story happened in the area in a remote area Sharkovshchina White Yard, which told us and showed during the 1st Winter Championship on the photo hunt local resident Vladimir Cherniavsky.
Here, in a remote area far more than anywhere else a sense of connection with wildlife, harmonious intertwining of life and everyday situations, peaceful coexistence of man and mother nature. House in a remote area often visited by great spotted woodpecker, which sits quietly in the trough and were treated to a variety of delicacies. The trees in the garden of a large flock of warp buntings, sparrows and zelenushek periodically flew into the courtyard for another grain of chicken feeders.
Occasionally guests visited by a hawk, "check" chickens. At dusk comes to the garden the wild boar, and sometimes can be heard not far song of wolves. Dog at this time trying to hide somewhere in a shed or asks in the house, if only out of the teeth of gray robbers.
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