Lest anyone accuse me of being a complete waste of Peace Corps money, for the defense I present the following. With God as my witness, for Uncle Sam and freedom and democracy, for peace and love and harmony and low trade barriers, today I rescued a baby goat with her head caught in a rusty tin can.
|Kinda funny, but pitiful.|
I was walking back along the riverbed from the neighboring village, where I have been helping with a world map project for the past couple days, blasting some Opeth on my headphones. The poor thing was totally helpless, and tried to run when I approached but didn't know which way to go so I caught her easily. The issue was her little horns—maybe an inch long—had gotten wedged under the lip of the can, which was bent into an oval shape. (God knows what enticed the thing to stick its head in the can in the first place.) At first I couldn't get both of the horns out. The goat was panicky and panting hoarsely into the can, and kept trying to escape. After a time I tried wrenching the can into a better shape by main force, and managed to succeed enough so I could get both horns out. Then when I held the can and she tried to escape again, she got loose.
The goat's clan seemed to have left her behind, so she immediately set to bleating and looking around for them. I hope she found them.
It was a reminder of the benefits of arms and opposable thumbs. The other day I was thinking of the very few number of animals that can touch themselves basically anywhere on their body. Being human does have its perks.
|The face of the abyss.|
Go Ryan!! :DReplyDelete
This gave me a good laugh first thing in the morning--thanks. I will be thankful for my opposable thumbs all day.
Kudos for the good deed, RyGuy!
That's 40,000 taxpayer dollars well spent.ReplyDelete