Having gone on business with Yolka, we suddenly ended up not far away from the nursery farm where she was born. We decided to stop by, along with Ksenia from the Sirin Rehabilitation Center and our veterinarian Maria Markina. There we were given a bitey by the wolfee, beak clacks from angry eewwagle-owls, hugged horses, and beckoned to a white gyrfalcon.
Yolka's parents were already sitting on the eggs that would become her brothers and sisters.
The wolf grew up in a dog pack, so she cutely waggles her tail like a dog.
A female gyrfalcon flew over for compliments and a chick. She was raised
by people, so she loves them.
Well, and horses are horses.