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The fields are almost completely cleared of snow, and the forest is knee-deep. I did not expect this, I wanted to reach the forest stream, which is very picturesque in high water. But the stream is still sleeping.
Coming out of the forest into the field, I noticed a flock of geese returning home. Good road to them! In fact, it's a very sad sight, because this is the only wedge I saw in March. This is very little! They should fly in endless strings, but they are not. And hunting in the spring is still allowed. To fly thousands of kilometers like this, to survive, to try, and some bored guy will shoot you on the doorstep of the house, who doesn't even know what hunger is, and does it solely for entertainment.
I've been hearing gunshots all evening. Probably beating a woodcock on a draft. Thrust is a mating flight. I can't understand it, how can you not tell me that it's "beautiful, poetry, nature, art". When a boar is beaten for stew, I understand. When 200 grams of fluff and feathers are due to the fact that it is "difficult to get", no, I do not understand.
And I found the horns in a dam at the other end of the village. Dogs or foxes dragged, probably, having stolen from the autumn hunt.
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