Suddenly he stopped. There before him on the narrow, rocky path was a small eagle chick a few days old.

'You must have been blown out of your nest in the storm,' he said. He picked up the chick very carefully, and it nestled into the warmth and comfort of his big hands.

Walking gently now, the farmer set off for home, still calling out for his lost goat but thinking about how he would need to care for the eagle chick too.