I was on my way to visit my brother in Bega when I drove past this traffic jam of cows. I stopped, drove back, and asked the guy on the quad bike if it was okay if I took a shot. We had a quick chat and he told me the reason they were all backed up like that was because the first cows to go through the tunnel under the road had stopped at the tree on the other side and the others couldn’t get through. It was a hot day and they’d stopped to rest in the shade. So now the farmer has to push his way through the crowd to the head of the line and move the slackers along.