"Goats with the Wind," a picturesque site on Mount Hashabi, without electricity and found at the end of dirt tracks from Yodfat, is seemingly on lands formerly belonging to the Arab el Hujeirat Bedouin tribe. Myriad dogs sleep pr guard goats and sheep, from whose milk cheese is produced, in animal sheds and homes created from pebbles and beautifully hand-patterned wood. We visited at milking time.
The poem below, reproduced from the farm's website, is followed by a gallery of pictures taken as the sun was setting.
Somewhere in the Galilee, among the hills of Har Hashabi, is a place of harmony, and cheese making goats roaming free.
Homes made from tiny stones, where even the goats are milked in thrones, a restaurant hidden beneath the trees, our farm is like a Temple built for cheese.
An escape from the noise of Babylon, to our restaurant many urban dwellers throng, to our Kingdom run off solar power, where the only skyscraper is a 12 foot sunflower.
Volunteers come to help in our work of turning hay, into pots of yogurt, Ricotta and Lebaneh, in exchange for food and a place to stay, we work all day and drink Turkish café.
The cows cry 'moo!', the sheep shout 'baaa!' in anticipation of your visit to 'Halav im ha Ruah', the home of Amnon and Daliah, it will become your home too... 'En Shallah'.
