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The ram Great White Horn staged a coup

The ram Great White Horn staged a coup

By Phyllis A JohnsonPublished 3 years ago 5 min read
The ram Great White Horn staged a coup
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The massive split of the Red Cliff sheep flock occurred in the early winter season. The snowflakes drifted, the snow line moved down, the Nahu valley froze, the grass slopes were covered with a thick layer of snow, food was scarce, and the sheep had to gnaw on tree bark to sustain their livelihood. In the past, the red cliff sheep flock is a collective shrink food approach to spend the harsh winter in the Goliath Mountains, they are led by the head sheep gray beard, from one wood to another wood, each sheep consciously eat a half-full, limited resources are distributed equally, although not enough to eat, also not starve to death. Winter dawn, each sheep have lost fat, is thin a whole circle, but rarely freezing and starvation.

But this time, when the first snowfall, the ram big white horn together with a black-hoofed ram and another double chin ram, like a military coup, suddenly occupied the southern end of the river valley, the largest piece of elm forest. With their horns puckered, the Great White Horn and two accomplices ran around the edge of the woods, roaring and preventing other sheep from entering.

A bald-tailed old sheep is not used to the big white horn of domination, see an opportunity to enter the elm forest, the big white horn immediately rushed over, leaping up in the air, a thud, the hard horns hit the bald-tailed old sheep's face, only a round, the old sheep was knocked out of more than a ten feet away, full of blood, bleating and wailing. The big white horn was not enough, with two beautiful white horns, and viciously forced towards the bald tail, the old sheep struggled to stand up, and fled out of the elm grove in dismay. The other sheep were shocked, and no one dared to cross into the elm grove. The head sheep, Greybeard, gave a long bleat and led the flock out of the elm grove.

The big white horn and its accomplices in the elm forest edge to shit and urinate, in each tree, are chewed out tooth marks, I know, this is a kind of occupation mark, a bit like humans with boundary pillars to delineate the borderline. The behavior of the big white horn undoubtedly has a demonstration role, and soon, the young and strong rams a little strength to follow the gourd, two or two to form a bandit alliance, carved up all the woods in the Nahu River Valley. Even the head sheep, the Graybeard, failed to maintain his unselfish quality and occupied a birch forest with four rams of similar age. About half of the remaining number of red-cliff sheep wandered on the snow-covered river banks and slopes. Most of these unlucky sheep were females, newly grown lambs, and older sheep.

I think the reason why the red cliff sheep group will split into several small groups, in addition to the mammals, having a sense of territory by nature, the key is the limited food resources in the Nahu River Valley in winter, only sixty-six red cliff sheep in the past, only half-starved and half-fed days, now the number of groups suddenly increased to a hundred or so, the food is even more nervous. Sheep out of a kind of hunger panic, which is bullying the weak, dominating the woods.

I want to use the diversion method to help the weak half of the sheep without a regular food source to tide over the famine. Specifically, I want them to move out of the narrow Nahu Valley to the neighboring Black Forest. The journey from the Nabuk River Valley to the Black Forest is not far, just over the double-hump-shaped snow-capped mountain pass to the west. I used the food lure method, scattering a line of grain on the snow that continued to the Black Forest. Hungry sheep picking up the grain, until the snowy mountain pass, which is the dividing line between the Nahu Valley and the Black Forest, looking after the great success, suddenly, they stopped, no longer refusing to go. At that moment, several wolves howled faintly from the black forest, and the sheep turned their heads in panic and ran back to the Nahu River Valley. Later I tried twice more, but both failed. The red-cliff sheep were born with a lack of pioneering spirit, and they would rather keep their poor homes and starve than venture out of the Nahu River Valley.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier. Half of the weak sheep are getting more and more difficult, they either sneak into the woods to nibble two mouthfuls of bark, rely on me to give a limited amount of grain, or use their hooves and mouth kisses to pick up the snow layer to eat the decaying grass. In the middle of winter, the strong sheep occupy the woods to strengthen the guard, it is difficult to sneak to eat the bark, and because of the heavy snow blocking the mountain road, food can not be brought in, and the grain stored only enough to maintain my life and Qiangba, can no longer help them. The snow layer on the ground is getting thicker and thicker, and in some places formed difficult to dig ice, they are in a desperate situation. Almost every day I could find red cliff sheep that had become starving. Their hind legs kneeling in the snow, the two front hooves are still doing grubbing, full of ice, sheep eyes frozen in the light of hunger, but the body has long been frozen into a hard pile of ice. It is not difficult to imagine that in the last moments of their lives, still eager to be able to shave out from under the snow and ice some decaying grass to make ends meet, heavy snow, their weak life is like a candle in the wind, shaving picking arch, suddenly, the heart stopped beating, just like the wind blew out the faint candle ......

These snow-starved corpses had to be dragged to the two snow leopards in the cage as food.

When the first spring thunder exploded, I picked up a total of thirty-three red cliff sheep in the snow that died of starvation and cold.

That day, I went to the cloudy cliff to examine the life of the golden eagle, returning at dusk, passing through the birch forest, the head sheep gray beard bleating at me, the tone of voice sad and angry, full of complaints and reproach. Oh, old boy, do not be discouraged, look, the sun is shining, the snow is melting, the branches of the trees are green, the grass is green, spring is here, everything will be fine.

When food becomes plentiful, all the evils caused by hunger will automatically stop, I think.

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Phyllis A Johnson

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