Actually, a cute kid, a baby boy, and two adult female goats, that is. :) The wild grass on an empty lot in Cebu was growing at a much faster pace than we could cut it so I was searching for an economical and environmentally friendly solution… And since early rains had hit Cebu and La Nina would likely result in an incredibly wet rainy season, the problem was only going to get worse. Even assigning folks with machetes every few weeks (to hack away like some gory murder scene in a low budget horror movie) didn’t seem to do the trick. So I had this brilliant idea that we should acquire several goats to keep the grass clipped short and neat. I asked a few people if goats liked to eat grass, and they nodded enthusiastically. So like a ding dong, without doing much further checking, I sent some crew to a goat dealer to buy two goats. They got two large or adult females and one baby boy (kid) thrown in for free. Total price was roughly PHP3,000, the equivalent of just 10 days of a human grass cutter, so I thought it was a good deal. But what did we know about goats, anyway???
First of all, the goats are mother and son, and another adult female (with strange skin growths on its neck). The mother and son are incredibly noisy, and if the kid strays out of sight, the mom makes these incredibly loud calls to locate the little one… And the real bummer? They don’t eat ALL the grass in their path, they just pick and choose and basically eat the “mesclun” and not all the greens growing. So they don’t wipe out the grass as I assumed they would. Not like a lawn mower would. Maybe we need cows, but the lot isn’t that big. At any rate, they eat, they poop and they bleat or whatever it is that they utter. Mind you, after just three short weeks, the thin goats that we bought and that I assumed would become kalderetang kambing in a month’s time if they didn’t do their job well, have fattened up a bit and are beginning to look rather cute. So it was the wrong time to bring The Kid around for a visit, as she instantly fell in love with the goats, and we are now banned from ever planning their inclusion in a stew or barbecue.
While I only photographed the goats near a gravel driveway, in the deeper grass they actually disappear and all you hear is the rustling of grass as they move around. I suspect these would make good eating but with faces like these, how could we? The little guy was barely two months old, and if you rub his forehead, he plays with you by pushing back on your hand, as if locking horns… Oh, and one last observation, why does his mom have small horns? Aren’t those just for guys? And what did The Kid name her new found kid? Billy, of course. :)