Having previously been ignorant of Boorowa’s very existence I hit up Google Maps and was surprised to learn it was a mere 1 hour and 18 minutes from the Inner North of Canberra.
Thus Goosepig and I set our alarms rather early for a Sunday morning, packed our ludicrous city Kelpies into the back of her little car, and set out for the open road.
A stop at the Yass Maccas took longer than planned (a very strange crew behind the counter spanning the age gap from near infants to positive geriatrics) meant we were running the clock tight to the 12pm sharp running of the Sheep through the Booroowa main street.
Coming into town it was clear this was indeed a Very Big Deal.
Thousands of people were packing the streets and empty parking was on the very far edges of town.
But we found a spot, walked briskly to the barricades, and were well in position to see the sheep run.
Things kicked off a couple of minutes late with a swarthy young bloke dressed like a pamplona bull runner completing the course.
Was this theatre or a streaker? We could not say.
In due course the sheep did indeed come down the street, kelpies in attendance, and were smartly confined.
Our city kelpies were suitably impressed by kelpies on the back of quad bikes.
Here’s the little vid I cut together which gives a feel for the event: