and Murmansk. The construction site. Two days ago, the puppies of the baklawns flew from the nest. Browsing such "spotty broilers" through Murmansk flocks, they do not yet know how to fly, they will only start flying after 3 days, they will fly like adults.
The size is as large as a chicken. Our dogs are urban wanderers and cats do not touch them - they can kill a cat, people do not touch them.
They can run from feet to head.

But how do I know that to my Tajiks? They decided to catch a couple for dinner.
“The Submarines.” They are like chickens wandering around herds. Trio Tajiks decided to catch a few pieces at once. The breezy cover. And what else? They fed, stretched the breezent, put on. The puppies wore a good mate. From everywhere, dozens and hundreds of baklawns hit the "children's" scream. All three Tajiks were buried under the bodies of baklaws. Orals are like sliced, but can you scream a flock of baclans? Some hid in temporary wood. The result - the old sorting did not withstand the weight of 3 Tajik bodies at once, the floor boards failed, the walls of the sorting also instantly collapsed side by side and the sight of the whole construction opened a friendly Tajik trio, hanging in the hole along the belt from below, splintered and shrouded with baklaws from above...