|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.|
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.