I got held up in my car this morning, waiting for a herd of sheep to cross the road.
You can’t get any more New Zealand than that.
Granted, I live in a city, and the herd I waited for the was the local petting zoo being unloaded for a party at my neighbors house.
Not quite the usual postcard picture.
Still, it felt very NZ, and reminded me of how much I like springtime, especially the parts that involve gamboling lambs.
Here are some of my lamb experiences:
I guess I’m classically American enough that I had to read this post twice to realize you didn’t mean you were ‘held up’ as in ‘at gun point and robbed’ during a freakishly well-timed sheep crossing.
Hahahaha! I’m thinking Greece or Argentina might be much more plausible places to get held up at gunpoint while waiting for sheep to cross the road!
Heh… I also saw “held up” and thought gunpoint. hehehe.