Bedouin with his flock

Further down the King's Highway, we stopped off again.
The afternoon was getting late, the air was cool. The sun was casting shadows.
A lone bedouin was down in the valley with his flock, just him and his goats, the rams with bells attached around their necks, accompanied by a few birds singing and twittering.
Added to thisbackground noise, was the sound of the bedouin's flute as he played to his flock.
It was a beautiful and treasured moment.