Right along side our home in Ponteranica is a farmer's right of way, to access other agricultural property to our south. It's not used often, but every now and then sheepherders appear with a large number of sheep, a few donkeys, a gaggle of lambs, and a few dogs to keep the group in line. Quite the spectacle.
Update: the next day the same sheepherders and sheep were across the street, this time not going anywhere in particular but grazing on an empty lot. I had not thought much of the intellect of sheep before, but it was interesting how quickly they responded to the threat of a slap from a wooden rod, but only for that duration of time as the sheepherder was looking. The moment he turned his back, they were back up on the road eating the much greener vegetation there.