More than once during this trip, our road train was halted by a farmer doing the important business of bringing his animals home for milking. But hang on, these look woolly, surely they're sheep, but they're far too big and you don't milk sheep. You could milk goats for feta cheese. These can't be goats, they don't have horns. But they must be goats. Not seen any quite like these:
Below, "Scatter, lads, these trains are lethal!"
"Oh, they're only tourists, they don't bite"
"Wish they wouldn't use the 4 x 4 to herd us, what's wrong with a crook?"
Below, later in the journey, another lot, eating olives for supper as they go. Interesting what the flash does to their eyes, no red-eye here:
