When I first came to my site (way back in April for a brief visit) I was sitting in my hut on the very first night and kept hearing a goat making the most awful noises. I couldn't figure out why. I would walk outside, look at the goat as it paced back and forth. I went out a few times to try to chase it away, but as soon as I'd walk back inside the goat would return. After the 3rd or 4th time I realized the goat kept returning to my pit latrine.
Eventually it dawned on me that maybe the reason for the goat's distress was caused by something inside the pit. So I walked to the opening of the pit, used a flashlight to illuminate the bottom, and there it was... mother goat's baby (a kid in goat vocabulary), about 10 feet down.
The goat at the bottom of my pit latrine. The belt is looped around the goat's neck, with the nylon cord running back up to me so that I could pull the goat up |
I wasn't sure what the proper procedure is for removing this goat from my latrine, so I went and asked the headman of my village. His reaction was one of indifference and fatalism. He told me that it was the goat's fault that it ended up in the pit latrine, and therefore it "deserved to die." I was satisfied with that answer, after all I felt like he's the headman so his say should be good enough in this matter.
But it didn't keep that mom from raising all kinds of audio madness and keeping me from my much loved sleep. As the hours passed and my nerves became more and more frayed I decided I had to do something. There was going to be no possible way I would be able to sleep.
I looked around at what I brought (which wasn't very much) and found my leather belt, a nylon cord, and my head lamp. I made a kind of noose from the cord which was attached to my belt and using the head lamp to light up the hole I lowered my Bear Grylls-styled trap down into the pit. After about 25 or 30 minutes, and a couple of slight modifications, I finally caught the little guy. I pulled it up, got it out of the hole, and let it go. 20 minutes later I was fast asleep.
Does this mean you are an actual "goat roper"
ReplyDeleteI was scared when I first read that you were rescuing a goat from the pit latrine....very good thing it was empty. I shudder to think of what would have happened if it wasn't.
ReplyDeleteJohn, yes I am a goat roaper. If the BLM ever opens a wild goat and sheep program, then I'll be applying for that range tech position ASAP. Brit, I agree. Very lucky indeed.
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