Good Morning, Capadocia

On the terrace having tea. 

I hear bells. 

Then I smell sheep. They are in need of bathing. On the ride yesterday I saw many flocks of sheep, some Shepard a afoot, others on horseback. I haven't seen any dogs with the sheep flocks, just with the herds of goats. Lots of goats, too. 

Regardless, the bells in the morning are always pleasant. I much prefer them to the roosters and ring-neck doves. 

After I wrote the above, I heard a new chorus of bells, and got up to investigate. A different flock with a Shepard and a tail-wagging dog!  That was great!  Better yet, they were down wind.