Bullied birders … pun intended
|We park the car and the trouble begins…the crowd starts to gather, regarding us with cold stares, in grim silence…|
|They call in reinforcements, using some method of telepathy, because not a word is uttered…|
|Intimidation by staring us down begins…|
|They circle us, spreading out…staring unblinkingly, watching our every move.|
Finally we capitulate and leave.
But even more creepily, when we return later on that day – just driving past the same field without stopping – the cows came galloping down the hill to chase us until we vanished from sight.
Tasmania, you have truly creepy cows.