Goats are dexterous eaters, and can be surprisingly adept and climbing to get to choice clumps of greens. In this case however, the tree is probably too tall for them. The goatherds climb up instead, and throw down branches and leaves to their waiting, hungry charges beneath.
Sheep on a hillside nearing sundown. The shepherd coaxes them on with an urgent utt utt, and hurls a pebble if one or two creatures should stray. The stupid animals then follow the rolling pebble, and go further away from the herd.
An Indian village at the edge of the training area. The obelisk-like slab of stone demarcates the boundary. They seem to want to conserve the greener grass on this side of the boundary and often drive their livestock over into the training area to graze.
A dust devil, born when two winds blowing from opposite directions meet, and where one blows more strongly than the other. We were in the way of this one, and were coated in a fine sprinkle of golden Indian sand.
A herd of buffaloes looking for a place to spend the night. A sturdy, powerful creature is the Indian buffalo, but a peaceable one, unless their temperamental African cousins. Yet in a herd and without a herder, I wouldn't dare to get any closer.
Behind me is as civilised as it gets in the wild where we were abandoned. Civilisation as we know it is a good two hundred kilometres away. Earlier in the day, I had a fleeting vision of a passing herd of beef burgers, substantial portions, ambling along on fours, looking rather succulent.
Clouds are rare occurrences in the azure Indian sky, and make an unforgettable sunset. But they are also rued then, because they might possibly be harbingers of rain. One needs at least three layers of clothing at night, as I learnt on the night of this picture. I shudder to think of rain, because the night isn't the best time to get wet.
Goats are dexterous eaters, and can be surprisingly adept and climbing to get to choice clumps of greens. In this case however, the tree is probably too tall for them. The goatherds climb up instead, and throw down branches and leaves to their waiting, hungry charges beneath.
Sheep on a hillside nearing sundown. The shepherd coaxes them on with an urgent utt utt, and hurls a pebble if one or two creatures should stray. The stupid animals then follow the rolling pebble, and go further away from the herd.
An Indian village at the edge of the training area. The obelisk-like slab of stone demarcates the boundary. They seem to want to conserve the greener grass on this side of the boundary and often drive their livestock over into the training area to graze.
A dust devil, born when two winds blowing from opposite directions meet, and where one blows more strongly than the other. We were in the way of this one, and were coated in a fine sprinkle of golden Indian sand.
A herd of buffaloes looking for a place to spend the night. A sturdy, powerful creature is the Indian buffalo, but a peaceable one, unless their temperamental African cousins. Yet in a herd and without a herder, I wouldn't dare to get any closer.
Clouds are rare occurrences in the azure Indian sky, and make an unforgettable sunset. But they are also rued then, because they might possibly be harbingers of rain. One needs at least three layers of clothing at night, as I learnt on the night of this picture. I shudder to think of rain, because the night isn't the best time to get wet.
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