As usual on summer mornings we were woken in the early hours by our dogs barking which announced that the goats were passing by.
The goatherd has taken to walking his flock over the estepa very early to avoid the heat of the day. Today he sat outside our house to repair a broken sandal. I lent him a pair of pliers so he could make repairs and remarked that he needed a new pair. “Falta dinero” he replied. This seems to apply to nearly everybody in Spain at the moment.
Our old Jack Russell terrier, Charlie, enjoys these almost daily visits but it is not the goats he is interested but the bitches that accompany the herd and their master.