We wake to the cool of the mornings... often woken by the cocks crowing in the village. This is quickly followed by the yap, yap of first one dog and then another.
This morning I make a cuppa and then realise that the yapping is close and has become intense. I look over the verandah to see about 6 dogs burst from the olive trees. They roar up the step towards our courtyard. I quickly close all the doors as they snarl and growl.
They circle and bark for about 20 minutes and then disappear over to the Belgiums, who also take refuge indoors.
It's a relief to see them disappear into the olives once more!
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