Sheperdess at work
Fed up with just lying in the sun I decided to stroll round the roads of the Old Village.
Strolling with my friend on the road running parrallel to the dried up river bed we observed a line of well over 100 goats being shepherded along this dried up watercourse by an old lady,nearly bent double with age and carrying a long stick to control her flock.
She seemed to be wanting her herd to leave the river bed and climb a slipway onto the road were we were standing, the goats duly obliged, a very large shaggy haired goat led the way,followed by goats of all shapes and sizes,big, small,long haired, shorthaired.
On reaching the road each goat seemed to aquire a mind of its own and each goat as it arrived on the road went its seperate way.
The main attraction seemed to be climbing the nearby trees to get to the succulent leaves,or jumping into the local farmers field and consuming his produce.
This old lady by this time had herselfe reached the road and on seeing the destruction being caused by her flock started to hurl bricks and stones and all manner of objects at her beasts.
The animals fell into line obviously they had felt the wrath of this frail figure before.
An orderly line again was established until as they were walking past us one of the baby goats decided it would like to join our little group walking round the village.
A tourent of Turkish words was aimed at this poor goat as was also this very large stick she was carrying, it missed my friend and I by inches,the small animal got back into line,not sure what to do we also thought our best bet was to join this line of obedient animals.
By this time quite a few tourists were watching this unfolding drama,most of them in hysterical laughter.
The goats dissapeared up the road,the old ladies rantings getting quieter.
I thought to myselfe, I have been priviliged to have observed a part of a working day in the life of a local herdswoman,this is what makes our holidays in Turkey what they are,