Last fall, my husband and I were in very dire straights. No work, no money and about to be homeless. Some background. We are Mexicans who live in Mexico. Anyway, we, or mostly me, got a place to live in a goat ranch in the sierra, the mountains. Just an hour and a half drive from the homes of the rich and famous is another world, where the biggest concern is coyotes and narcos.
I really wasn't herding the goats, but I had to make sure that they had water and that the goats weren't being stolen and just keep an eye on stuff. Meanwhile, my husband was working on the otherside of the country, but enough of that.
Goats are political. Amongst the herd, you can see all sorts of behaviour. Some goats are altruistic, some selfish. Some goats, I swear, are evil.
I have been off the grid several times before in my life, so the amazing skies and falling into the natural rhthyms were not new to me, but I just need to say goats are pretty damn cool.
Now my challenge is to raise goats for milk and cheese. I left the ranch because I oouldn't listen to the cries of the mothers and kids when they were taken away for slaughter.
So.