The life of a goat

At the end of winter, just as we crossed the Ulungu River, a yellow-faced dwarf goat gave birth to a black, shiny-skinned lamb. It was a good omen, and Mama Zakobai was very happy. We tethered the baby goat under the miscellaneous shelf next to the felt house. So, the mother searched for it for a whole day.

The skinny mother really couldn't let go of her baby, and when the sheep left early in the morning, she couldn't leave with the group, and wandered around the hillside calling miserably. Every few cries, stop to listen to the side of the ear for a while. But why did her baby never say yes? They stand frozen under the shelf, as if they don't understand what their mother's call means. Sometimes when they see their mother, they are still frozen, their eyes twisting with her silhouette, and they still don't say a word. Are all lambs this stupid at first? The dwarf goat went around and around the house, looking all over the hill, screaming in agony. I was also worried about this for a whole day. The baby goat was born yesterday and hadn't eaten anything all day, how hungry it should be. At the same time, I pity its anxious and sad mother, so I want to help a little, so from time to time, I try to drive the short goat in the direction of its child, but where can the goat be driven! It will be the most and people do right, and martial arts skills, really can not understand the human suffering.

It was not until dusk that the black lamb suddenly became enlightened and barked a few times. The big sheep is simply ecstatic ah, immediately passionate even should be a long series, around the wooden house like an arrow rushed over, under the shelf straight to find the baby.

I really thought it was the lamb who got the hang of it. When I ran over to see, it was Ayhengbek holding the lamb by its hind legs and lifting it upside down, forcing it to bark ...... This is a great, simple and effective way. Thanks to my sheep all afternoon, tired enough, how did not think of ......

The big sheep see that there is a Yi Heng in, although a lot of excitement but do not dare to approach. A Yi Heng put the lamb down and walked away. So the big sheep then rushed over, and the lamb also immediately recognized the mother like, rushed up to kiss the mother's nose, like a puppy wagging its tail, affectionate. So it can move too! Before a full day of dumbfounded, the whole day with a wooden carving like stiff.

It was not until dusk on the sixth day, when the sheep, as usual, gathered in wisps from all directions along the sheep path under the hill where our felt house was located, that the little black sheep was finally free. Smalhouli took the noose off its neck and threw it into the flock. Its mother rushed over to it and kissed it endlessly. By then, he had learned to recognize his mother's voice and to call out to her.

Most notably, he also learned to jump. And because he had just learned to jump, he was jumping endlessly. In the twilight, everyone was quietly waiting to enter the pen, but he was the only one who was so excited, jumping up and down endlessly with infinite novelty, and was the most restless member of the whole group, but everyone didn't mind. His short mother watched all this serenely and happily, approaching him from time to time to kiss him.

Although the little black sheep looked very lively, it was extremely timid and easily frightened. I quietly walked up behind it, jumped up and shouted, the other sheep just scattered. And its response, it is actually immediately four hooves split on the ground (if a person, do this action is "big" ......), but also like a hen frightened as the head buried.

The little black sheep is very small, a little big head, the five senses have not yet grown like, a black gobbledygook. Although it is the life of the beginning of the underworld, but it is already enough of a god. It is black and shiny, but on its back there is a feathery, romantic and beautiful white markings. Compared with its mother, the plain, dull yellow-faced dwarf goat, it was bright and eye-catching.

In the days that followed, when faced with a flock of sheep, I would always identify this mother and son at a glance. At a glance, I saw this simple and humble dwarf goat leading the star-like black baby goat closely in the line. Hey, this mother is really very inconspicuous ah. The legs are short and the body is thin. If it were not for its long and body is not proportional to the large goat horns, I would have thought it was also a lamb. The horns are really quite elegant, twisted backwards and to the sides of the long and delicate open, beautiful and smooth lines. It is neatly clothed with straight white wool, looking clean and sharp.

I don't know why, but when I was a kid I always thought that goats were rams and sheep were ewes. I later learned that they are two different breeds ......

The goat is a sheep that can climb mountains, that's why it's called "goat". We all know this fact, but the goat is still not enough like, all day long in front of people climbing high and low, jumping around, lest others forget.

The most annoying thing is that the busier everyone is, the more they jump around. Every evening, when the sheep are driven into the pen, they are not involved (goats do not need to enter the pen), but they must be crowded in the herd together into the pen. Once inside, they leap out of the pen with the greatest of ease - clearly for the sheep to see, meaning: "Look - I can do this!" And then in front of everyone, whoosh jump back into the pen: "Look -, can also do this!"

And so it went back and forth and jumped endlessly, like walking on the ground. The sheep looked at each other, depressed. They also followed its example and shrugged their bodies to jump up, but how could they jump out?

As the goats seriously disturbed the order of the flock, the angry Smalhouli threw a stone and hit it exactly in the neck. He flashed far away, then shouted and led some of the sheep to the mountain, adding to the chaos.

The goats not only have a strong desire to perform, but also have a strong curiosity. They often stand at the door of the felt house and look inside for a long time. If you ignore it, it will stare at you while sticking a hoof into the threshold. If you don't stop them, they feel more comfortable to take advantage of the situation and walk straight in to sniff around.

The sheep only need to be beaten once to know that the felt and the surrounding fence are not to be approached. And the goats? It's not a matter of how many times you hit them, but you can't hit them at all - before you raise your hand, they jump across the hill.

Goats are astonishingly sharp and sensitive. If you want to clean up a goat, just a flash of such a thought, it can immediately pick up the message, pull the defensive stance and look. If, on the other hand, you are and it in the path closely rubbing the road, it does not hide or avoid, leisurely.

Goats are really different from sheep! Sheep will never approach a person of their own accord. Also in the face of human attacks, sheep will dodge, while the goat will not hesitate to counter-attack, until it finds that it really can not beat people.

Sheep are always willing to comply with human arrangements, whenever they move to unfamiliar pastures, as long as they enter the pen twice, they are willing to accept the new arrangements completely on the third day. Goats, on the other hand, I'm afraid, not even for a hundred years. They are more opinionated than one. To do bad things, but also very incendiary, and often first, defying violence, everywhere for the sheep to set an example.

From a high view of the moving flock, through the entire general trend can be distinguished from the goats and sheep to. Sheep are patient and orderly, body and head are rushing forward in one direction, so that the whole team is full of strength and order. While the goat east scampering, jumping west, climbing high and low out of tune, cutting a messy line in the team, causing many sheep are baffled, do not know who to follow in the end to go.

The goats also know that they are smarter than sheep (otherwise how to perform acrobatics sheep are goats and not sheep?) The sheep are not very good at this, so they look down on the sheep and rarely join the flock with them. But the sheep are incredibly trusting of them, even if the tail to the end of the world also no complaints. About the sheep also admitted that they are not as good as the goats, right? So every time the road, the leader is the goat. But also thanks to the goats, in the turnpike on the pastoral path, in those dangerous steep road, in the rapids of the road, in the edge of the cliff, with the bold and confident goats to lead, the sheep dare to lower their heads in a string of silence through.

And the bells tied under the necks of our tall, majestic head goats, the sound is crisp and mysterious. When the sheep move in the vast mountains, this bell is the most soothing call. And when a snow-white goat stands alone on the cliff, the scene, like the descent of the gods, makes people suddenly feel deep and tearful ...... Therefore, the goat seems to be a hidden revelation again. Wherever it appears, it seems to be standing at the most mysterious entrance to the mountain wilderness. They look flickering and want to speak. They must have learned something long ago, they must have known us long before we knew them. Only they saw our loneliness.

In the wonderful July of the summer pastures, in the most fertile and grand season of the Ossai, the felting was over and Smalhouli slaughtered a goat lamb for everyone after the big work, which was a wonderful time for lamb meat. While the lamb was being slaughtered I darted up the hill. The moonlight was bright and the woods were verdant and quiet. I wandered around the woods, looking at the fire far into the night, with my heart in my mouth.

I recognized that sheep when it was very, very young, and I remember so many things about it. When people chewed its tender and tasty meat bit by bit, they simply enjoyed it as food - never mind how much it was loved by its mother, in her eyes, it was the only one in the world ...... regardless of all those times when it was just learning to jumping and endlessly joyful past, no matter how beautiful feather-like pattern on its waist, no matter how smart it is, how happy it is, how amazing ...... it just exists as our food and disappears. Small sharp knife, fresh livestock. In just a few minutes, it went from the image of standing there with its beautiful eyes open to being dismantled into several large chunks of flesh bubbling and piling up on its own overturned black pelt. The last of its beauty was presented only in the mouth ...... Is this an injustice? It shouldn't be. I know Smalhouli had prayed sincerely for it before ending its short and pleasant life - it had made peace with us. At the same time, I have to celebrate it, just for the fact that it never experienced winter, never experienced too long, life-destroying and harsh years. Its life was warm, self-contained, and innocent.

My favorite Hassa author, Sister Yerkesi, also wrote wonderful words about the goat, and she spoke gently and generously about the short life it can have. Yes, we must forgive the goat for its stubbornness and all its faults - because it will eventually die because of us anyway.