You'll seldom roam the high country in western Ireland for very long without meeting a "hill maggot." Not a very flattering nickname, but when you see them from afar, clustered on a green slope, they do kind of look that way.
Most are wild, wary, and stay well away from you. Give a whistle and they will start looking for your dog and edging even further away from you.
Occasionally, however, one will approach you and even allow you to touch her. It's a sure thing that she was an "orphan" and hand-reared by some farmer's kids. The others will just stare at her, as if to say "Are you crazy? Get back over here where you belong!"
Somehow they just seem to make an Irish mountain landscape complete.
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