Geese precursors

At night, the owner drove them into the barn, the attic which I have slept in the hay. Once, the woods were on the easel, I climbed to the hayloft in the late evening and immediately fell asleep. But not slept, I seem to be three hours, when suddenly awakened by strange sounds. They rushed out of the barn and were so unfortunate and sad that I was not myself. I abruptly jumped out of bed, much rustling of hay. Listened. The sounds are gone. "Imagined, or what?" - I thought and wanted to lie down again, when again he heard the same sounds, disturbing and sad. It seemed as if the shed was someone very sick and called for help. I have carefully sought out in the dark staircase leading into the barn, and began to descend on it quietly. The sounds continued. But in Mr. beneath my feet softly creaked step, and the sound suddenly broke off. Standing on the floor, I lit a match and lit barn. Light pulled out of the darkness the white pieces geese. Birds do not sleep. Craning his neck upward and cocked their heads, they huddled in the corner to something disturbing listen. To me they did not pay any attention. Probably something more important bothered them at this moment. In that strange sounds theirs, I do not doubt, because in a barn, except geese, nobody was there. But what made them both cry, or rather - to cry? Or, maybe not that, but who? I looked at all the corners and cracks in the barn, but no one was found. In the barn could not get even a mouse. Maybe to the barn approached the fox, the eternal enemy of geese? Is not quite believable: in the autumn, when in the forest is full of different animals, the fox to human habitation is unlikely ... In the morning I spoke in detail about the night the accident Tikhon. He squinted meaningfully: So-oo, crying, talking. And the sad weeping ... Clear. Begins. What begins? - I did not understand. He stared at me. Oh, brother, yes you are indeed, but understand nothing. Then that's what. Do not go to sleep-ka you today a night and you will understand everything. Just listen better! He smiled slyly and never added a word. Eagerly waited I started the next night. A hasty supper, climbed to the hayloft, he lay down under the coat and waited for clues mystery night, listening to all sounds coming from the outside. On the outside was the usual night life. Here on the lake splashed big fish, somewhere far away in the bog owl laughed. With cedar, knocking out an elaborate roll on suchyam, dropped shot. Then all at once ceased. In order not to fall asleep, I started through a crack in the roof to look at the stars. Looked for a long time - up until the horizon did not seem southern constellation Pisces. According to him, I determined - it was too late: South Fish appear in the sky at four o'clock. "Perhaps I did not wait for today" - I thought and began to slowly put down. And suddenly to my ears heard from heaven cries of wild migratory geese. And once in the barn he heard the noise first, and then heard yesterday, eerily melancholy sounds. I quickly, but quietly went into the barn and turned on the flashlight. Geese stopped screaming, crowded, as in the previous night in a corner, staring at the ceiling and anxious for something listened to. I realized: they catch the cries of their relatives. Well, guess? - Suddenly appeared in the barn Tikhon with a gun and a knapsack on his shoulders. Like, - I replied. - Hear the wild geese, and worry, but why? An eccentric man - laughed Tikhon. - For domestic geese once flew in the sky, too. Strange. And why in the villages of the geese do not cry? After all, wild geese and fly over villages.