Have you seen a wooly daycare? Inside a covered shepherd’s hut, lambs pinball from plank to plank like caffeinated philosophers, while the ewes queue up with the patience of pensioners at a post office, eyes fixed on their reward, dry hay hauled down from the loft, cured by summer sun and winter necessity. This is Romania stripped of sentimentality, a working landscape where warmth is currency and noise is proof of life. The hay above their heads was cut months ago, when grass was tall and time