Duncan the Goat w/ Aloise

One of our better ideas was to bring in milk goat stock to cross with local goats. We got this handsome guy from Nairobi and brought him back on the back of a pickup. We bluffed our way through the gate at Ngorongoro Crater in order to come home the short way. Since we were part of an Ujamaa village and that was the government policy, the argument was made that if we were not allowed through, the guards would be thwarting "progress" and, furthermore, it was a village in Zanaki land very near President Nyerere's home village. Low and behold, we then proceeded to lose our fuel pump just down the road and had to back most of the way up to the Crater rim so that fuel would feed the carburator by gravity and then had to spend the night in wild animal land. A cook put Duncan in his little kitchen building for safety overnight and the next morning there were goat turds in every conceivable spot of that little building; pots, pans, stove, you name it. The place was in shambles. The cook took one look and almost died of laughter! We went through the Serengeti with that goat on the back like we were trolling for lions, but we got him through. Duncan was a real pain in the butt when any doe in the village was in heat. He would nail you every chance he got. I guess he was still mad about the trip down. He got some sort of disease and passed away before he could achieve much in terms of offspring, not that he didn't want to or didn't try. He was likely too large a buck to cross with the small does due to birthing issues. But he was rather entertaining. Aloise was his guardian and took it all in good humour.