The yak was absolutely rocking out at the Cold Chisel concert! You could tell it was feeling the vibe, head swaying to the rhythm as if it had been a fan of Aussie rock for years. Its thick wool even seemed to bounce in time with the beats, and when the guitar solos ripped through the air, the yak was practically stomping its hooves in approval. You could almost hear it thinking, "This is what I call a good time!" It was a sight to behold—an unexpected but epic moment of interspecies rock 'n' roll appreciation!