Encountered them a few years ago on the way up to Tzefat. They had one huge-ass herd of goats, no sheep, and they were wearing Israeli kibbutz short-shorts, not the expected head to toe get-up, and they spoke fluent Hebrew. As we waited for the herd to cross, we joked with them about buying a couple of goats so we could have lunch.
Amazing place. I sooooo want to go back!