0257 GMT August 18, 2019
"The fears of last year came back," said Gaetan Meme, after his third season of transhumance, the timeless tradition of guiding livestock up into the rich alpine pastures to graze and staying with them, AFP reported.
The green velvet mountains dotted with rocky outcrops between the Belledonne massif and the Maurienne valley, an idyllic playground for hikers, are his kingdom from June to October.
It is a magnificent backdrop that can quickly reveal a dark side when you have to look after 1,300 vulnerable animals.
"When my first sheep was killed I immediately felt that I had failed, that I had not carried out my duty," Meme said gravely of the 2016 attack, which has haunted him ever since.
"I quickly found the body, there was a huge red stain. Bite marks on the neck, the rib cage ripped open... the heart, lungs and liver had been eaten."
From the start of his first season, the 24-year-old shepherd found himself face to face with the wolf, trying to fight it off.
"He was there on the end of my staff every evening for a week," he recalled.
"The sheep were so disturbed they broke out of the pen in panic."
Sleepless nights took a toll and fatigue convinced him another sheep had been savaged. In the end, he was not sure if barking dogs woke him or a nightmare.
To beat the wolves, you have to throw them off the track, he said. Move the penned area, make plenty of noise, light a fire and make scarecrows — all can help.
"I put some fur from the female dog on that one (a nearby scarecrow), to give it a smell," he explained, standing outside the picturesque wooden hut, white curtains on the windows.
There are about 1,000 shepherds left in France today.
The solitary life still attracts plenty of youngsters seeking a change, but few stay on beyond a couple of seasons.
"Everywhere you go, you are an outsider. You are a curiosity, often attracting a mixture of fear and fascination," Meme, who is single, said.
Waking up to Jimi Hendrix
For him, the job is a lifetime vocation.
"I can't remember ever wanting to do anything else," he said.
As a young boy he would spend ‘hours looking out of the window’ but was afraid of animals, until he got a cat.
"Today, I have more contact with animals than humans," he admitted.
At 6:30 a.m., Jimi Hendrix guitar riffs wake Meme. Black hair and green eyes, dressed in thick corduroy trousers, a sleeveless jacket and lumberjack shirt, he looks every inch a shepherd.
Every other morning, before releasing the sheep, he spreads salt over the rocks. The ewes love it, "Like we do crisps with a drink, it makes them thirsty and hungry," he said.
The flock charged after the salt, making a thunderous noise full of bells and bleating. The shepherd answered with a very good imitation.
He looked for limps, pulled up a hind leg and trimmed a damaged hoof.
'A nomad who goes nowhere'
The flock grazes all day. The ewes are either pregnant or have lambed recently.
Up at 2,000 meters (almost 6,600 feet) above the little village of Saint-Colomban-des-Villards in the Savoy region, the shepherd's biggest concern is fog when ‘the ewes spread out’ and become lost.
And they do not like rain. They get cold and their fleece soaks up the water. If there's no shelter, they halt and "stand with their rear facing the wind" until it's over.
The days are long as the clouds float over the peaks.
"You should not worry about doing nothing for hours," smiled the young man, who listens to a small transistor radio all the time.
He follows the sheep where they like to graze, helped by three dogs.
It involves a lot of walking without really going anywhere. "I'm a nomad who goes nowhere," he laughed.
"I know only the pasture. Not what lies above or round the side."
When he was 15 and at agricultural college, Meme followed a shepherd in the Pyrenees for work experience.
"I did not want to go back down the mountain," he said.
Today, it takes him a month to readjust to city life when he moves back to Angers, in western France, in October.
But he admitted it only takes a couple of days to acclimatize when he climbs the meadows in spring.
"Being with yourself, which many people run from, is exactly what I look for," said Meme.
Cruel fairy tale
He used different whistle sounds for left and right. And talked to the sheep which have names.
"Leica, oh go behind. Left I told you, go.
"Rey…", he shouted at a young sheep dog still in training. It's short for 'reste', meaning remain or stay.
"We don't use 'sss' sounds, it excites the dogs," he added.
Prudence, a big white female dog needs plenty of patting, but she is very smart, working only at night, on instinct. Born on a sheep farm, "she thinks she's one of the flock and protects it".
Suddenly, something startled the shepherd. He spotted a ewe, her leg caught between two rocks and badly fractured.
She is too heavy to be carried back and too injured to keep up with the flock, so spent the night alone.
And as in a cruel fairy tale ending, the big bad wolf passes by several days later and gobbles up the stricken sheep.