Goat spotted on the streets of Delhi last week:
Archive for the ‘Goats’ Category
Jess was in Kenya & Ethiopia last week visiting all sorts of goats. I didn’t get to go but this was my consolation prize she brought back (a bell made from a dried out goat scrotum).
Not only does Timbuktu exist, but it’s run by goats.
Read the full dispatch.
As in Goat Meat. This NY Times article quotes “Suddenly I was go go goat. I wanted to order goat in as many restaurants as possible. Shortly into this process, a friend asked me, “Is it gay meat?” Confused, I said, “There’s nothing gay about it at all.” She explained, “No, I said is it gamey?”
Just like musicians are not meant to be seen but heard, we think goats are not meant to be eaten, but herded.
We saw quite a few fine specimens on our recent trip to Malawi, including this handsome fellow:
He was hanging out near the maize storage facility in the Millennium Village of Mwandama. I blogged about that here, though it might appear my goat fetish is being replaced by simians.
We were also in the Millennium Village of Gumulira, where select households were given goats to try to recruit them to be goat lovers. I blogged about that here, including video footage of baby goats bonking heads under hanging tobacco.
On the homefront, no update on our own goat situation. We were thinking of moving to a friend’s house on the outskirts of Nairobi because they have goats, but a few nights ago they were violently burgularized, so now we’re thinking otherwise. Until that time comes, we’ll live out our goat dreams vicariously through others.
Oh, I did add some goat manure to our garden this morning, if that counts for anything?
Our goatly ambitions continue to be put on hold. In the meantime, above is a nice goat we met this past week in Sauri. We also met a shiny calf in nearby Kogelo that mama Obama got the day Obama was elected. Full trip report.
Goats (Girgentas and Garganos) and goat cheese abounds at Salon del Gusto in Milan.. full dispatch.
We went to the beach outside of Mombasa this weekend. We almost acquired a goat but realized he was half-painted with white-out and had no green pastures to eat.
We did come across some “snatchers” that we tried to acquire but they wouldn’t have it. They like to bite and hiss. This gentle creature below was stretching out her legs and admiring the beach view, but about 30 seconds later, she attacked us viciously. Although still goatless, we are lucky to be alive.