Tramping the Posázaví
A dog wailed in the woods between my cottage above Staré Ledečko and the Sázava River, which had roared during the night but now was muffled by mowers and birds and that dog and other dogs. Was it one of the wild dogs who’d killed two of my host Roman’s sheep last week, or a domestic dog wounded by them? Roman’s 10-year-old son had warned me after supper, before I walked the dark trail to the guest cabin. “Kousaji,“ he kept saying, “they bite,” and only when he imitated not a little nip but a lunging chomp did I understand. “So there are some wild dogs,” Roman said. “What can you do?” Central Bohemia’s Posázaví or SázavaRead more.