I admit it. It is a very beautiful Monday afternoon. And I am depressed.
Not got far to look for the reason. I am scared. Scared for myself, and for whatever is going to happen. Maybe I was putting my emotions, my feelings into words here. Projecting my fear onto someone else.
It is such a beautiful day,
And my mind has seized up with fear and apprehension. I can put it in words, the fear. Better maybe than most other people. But talking about it will not ease me much. So, I will try to do something else.
Distract myself, huh!
deT, Down under is famed for its sheep and wool. Have you ever seen a goat? Here is one for you.
I found her seated sedately in the road, near where I live.
Yes, seated, like so.
Goats here run a wild tame life. Poor creatures, almost tame pets, but reared and kept for their meat. I have seen flocks of goats, in the north and east of the country, but here in
She is pregnant. That’s why the flanks bulge out so roundly, so nicely. Maybe the reason why she was seated in the middle of the road on a sunny day. Too heavy to move. Maybe, maybe not. Just interesting to think about a possible reason!
Pretty, in a goaty way, I would say. Maybe that is the reason I stopped and started taking photos of her. Notched up my ‘eccentric’ score a few thousands.
Hum. Wanted to name her deT, but I have already named a huge beaked/nosy bird that. How will Princess take this?
Eh Princess, how do you take that, having an anonymous goat named after you?
Before you start throwing plates and mugs at me, remember, I do not know your tribe. You told me that you are not a Muganda, so that is all I know!!!!! Oh, I can guess. So, is it an honour or an insult to have a goat named after you?
Ah, for me, it is just plain funny! ha ha ha!
OK, Princess. Peace offering, so that you don’t go to that island angry with dear nasty evil brother here. Just a reminder of my bad photography. A hazy full moon, photo taken from my back yard, one full moon.