You can’t tell, but these wind turbines were cranking.
They looked pretty cool standing in a disorderly queue stretching back into the farmlands.

And they made this whoosh, whoosh, whoosh sound that was louder than I remembered from my last close-up encounter with one many years back.

But the sheep didn’t seem to mind and the cockatoos easily out obnoxious-ed them with their harsh Aussie squawks.