Goat Grope
I love living in Kuwait. Just when you start to take everything for granted, you get a little jaded, you even start driving a little like a Kuwaiti, something happens that reminds me I’m really not in Kansas, and I get a big grin. The other day, on a back highway, we came across a whole herd of camels. We used to see these all the time in Qatar, but this is my first time seeing camels just out roaming in such large numbers in Kuwait. Just reminds me how amazing life is, this little girl from Alaska is out watching a camel herd in Kuwait. Just too amazing for me.
In the middle of the most opulent housing areas in town, you will hear roosters crowing. Sometimes, near the Eid festivals, you will hear sheep baaaaaahhhhhh-ing.
Leaving a local store recently, I heard a very very loud, desperate cry, like “NNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” and I looked around and there was a woman, and her son, and a very reluctant, very large, totally freaked out goat. The little lady has one of those camel whips, and she is whipping the hell out of the goat, the son is pulling on the muzzle, the goat has his feet dug in and is rearing back and howling for dear life.
Goats really are not my favorite creatures. I find them very . . . hmmmm.. . . . goaty. They have these filthy beards that always have stuff caught in them, they have these weird cold eyes that sort of pop out of their heads, and there is nothing cute about them, but this goat’s screaming really got me. At the same time, watching these two grown-ups with this very very stubborn goat made me laugh. To get the goat across the road, the son had to pull with all his strength, and the little old woman had to get behind and push. I wish I could have taken that photo, but I was busy turning my car around to go back and get any shot I could get.
And THAT is why I tell you to always carry your cameras in your car!
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That’s hilarious.
Reminds me of that guy the other day unloading two sheep out of the trunk of his Mercedes.
I was too late for that shot π
Now I take carrying the camera one step further.
It’s switched on most of the time and in my hand π
The pictures of them two are hilarious :D!
Every time I see that big automated billboard above the NBK bank in Fehaheel, I think of you, Nicole. I had never noticed it before you photographed it! I think it is too high up though, for people to be able to read while driving there.
You are so right, Intlxpatr! Goats do have very weird eyes. Have you ever eaten goat meat? It’s quite strong, but not really that unpleasant; just culturally, I’m a bit, ‘hmmm’ about it, I guess. And I hate goat’s milk, it is just so, umm, goaty smelling. Ewww.
I’ve had quite a bit of experience with goats and sheep as my husband was a meat wholesaler (halal) and goat was often requested; demand outgrew supply. He was a sight driving a pick-up full of goats and sheep through the CBD for slaughter, people were amazed. Goats are very smart, very naughty and they can jump really high. Baby goats are so cute and they are quite strong, too. I love their baby horns. We used to keep a few kids and lambs in the back yard for our nieces and nephews to play with from time to time.
Kudos for carrying your camera to capture the naughty goat with his tired owners. I hope they got it home all right π
Oh Aliyah, what a great description you gave. I would love to see your husband driving all the goats and sheep around to the butcher shops! Actually, I often do see goats and sheep in trucks, sometimes small trucks, sometimes large. And occasionally, I see camels, and I am guessing they are also on the way to the meat market.
You asked if I’ve eaten goat. Yes. We ate goat several times in Jordan; it was served as mensef. Because of the way it was cooked, with lebneh and spices, I actually thought it was delicious! I wouldn’t buy it and fix it myself, but it wasn’t disgusting. And my little sister grew up on goat’s milk because she had allergies to cows milk (and just about everything else.) I even learned to love goat’s cheese, a Scandinavian speciality called Gjetost.
This goat looked STRONG! That poor woman was really walloping him with that stick, and he wasn’t co-operating one bit! They did make progress, though, slowly but surely.