Livestock

We live in an area of Pleebo that is “cool and calm,” as everyone seems to say.  While that is true, that things are cool and calm, they are also noisy at times due to all the livestock that tend to congregate around our house.

Regina was brought a goat a few months ago by a family whose son she sponsored for school last year, and she had it around the house for a while.  We asked Robertson if this goat had a name, and he thought that was the most absurd idea in the world.  He did let us name it, however, and we chose to name it Julia.  Julia was around for a few weeks, and then they carried her to the village.

We heard nothing more of her and then two months or so later, another goat showed up at the house.  This was a boy goat, and we never did end up naming it.  This poor goat, however, was stuck in the neighborhood for three months with nothing to do but eat all the cassava leaves and chase the community children.  The children came to realize that they could terrorize him and he would then chase them around while they screamed like banshees. 

Robertson finally took this male goat to the bush a few weeks ago and he could not be happier to be out of town and back upcountry.  When he returned from his trip, he came and told us all about the experience.  After tying the goat to the back of a motor bike, he arrived in the village and the goat ran away as fast as he could.  Robertson did say that he saw Julia, however, and that she is pregnant!  A new baby goat on the way – it’s always good to know that something is surviving in the bush.  :)