I remember a bus journey that I took from Senafe, a town in the south of Eritrea, to the capital Asmara. The bus was busy (buses didn't tend to leave their starting point until they were full) and there were people, animals and lots of luggage everywhere. Someone had a goat, which decided to go to sleep not so much at my feet, but on them. I spent the next two hours not being able to move my legs because I figured that the poor thing was probably not much longer for this world and I didn't have the heart to wake it.
Yes I agree about the escaping Yvonne, interestingly we had a British Alpine that escaped over the roofs of the outbuildings in true alpine style a Saanan that ducked under and pushed, a Toggenberg that destroyed the fence and a Golden Guernsey that wouldn't escape if the fence was down lol, she was so docile but produced the creamiest milk Golden Guernsey British Alpine Saanan Toggenberg
The picture of the goats on the tree looks authentic and I believe goats can do that. Our extended garden was ravaged by goats one time and to think that the vacant lot has a fence made from bamboo twigs that have thorns. The goats were able to squeeze themselves to get inside. They ate almost anyting they saw. Here is the photo of the damages in our garden.... Notes: Kamoteng Kahoy is cassava. Talbos is sweet potato vines. Salarin means the culprits. There was a restaurant in the business district that we used to go to when we like to eat goat's meat. The dish is called sizzling caldereta, a stew that is garnished with potato, chili and carrots. But the building was already demolished due to progress. There is a goat meat vendor in the Sunday market but it is expensive, almost double the price of beef. Besides, we still have to learn how to cook caldereta.
Goats can be very helpful in clearing land of brush and weeds, but you can't just leave them in one place because they won't stop there.
I hated goats milk even though Grandpa always had two or three. This picture is Rags, a long haired goat. He had another named Josie, a white, gentle, goat. In the background is his goat barn and milking station. Circa. 1950s.
Never had goats milk. I'll pass on goat's milk for now and will stick to soy milk or almond milk or coconut milk. Love the little video of the horse and goat being friends. Hmm, never thought of goats being used to clear fields-good idea! What a cool picture of what goats can do!
It is quite possible that this picture is not at all what it appears to be. You can't really tell where the picture was taken at; but in many countries, people eat goats. This goat is a young Boer goat, which is one of the breeds that are raised as meat goats; so he may actually be getting transported home to be some family's dinner. The bicycle is an old style of bike, and the guy looks like an adult. The hind leg and front leg of the goat are probably tied together because it would be hard for him to ride the bike and keep the goat's back feet tucked up under his armpits otherwise; so this is kind of a live backpack made of goat. I could be wrong , of course; but this is what it looks like to me.
He was, Ruby and then later he wasn't! That's life. I try not to think of the poor chicken I'm enjoying eating, or the BBQ ribs.