Well I’m finally back in Maun! Just before Christmas one of my former land ladies (there have been so many here) got in touch with me because she had heard I was looking for a new cottage to rent. Fortunately I had house-sat there once before for a friend so I already knew the cottage and it’s in my favorite area, Boro, named after the river that flows through it from the Okavango Delta. There’s lots of traffic on the river from local joy riders to tourists being shuttled up to the buffalo fence and it’s fun to watch.
I moved all my furniture, boxes, and goats in on New Year’s Eve. I hadn’t slept or eaten well since Christmas Day so I just laid low at my new cottage with a lovely ginger and chili lentil stew and a bottle of South African rose sparkling wine. I was asleep well before midnight.
My goats have taken to the plot with zeal. They love my raised porch and sleep right against my glass bedroom door that opens onto it. I keep the sliding door open at night to get a breeze and like hearing the goats shuffling around. During the day they circle around my yard grazing their many favorite trees and shrubs. They visit with my neighbor’s lonely horse who is often left to roam the extensive communal area around our two houses. At midday they rest underneath a bush or on the porch and chew their cud.
My new gardener, Simon, was very impressed with Looloo and Feefee and when he first saw them just kept on saying, “Eish, they are nice goats. Such nice goats!” Of course I just beamed with maternal pride. Why wouldn’t I have the nicest looking goats in Ngamiland? Simon says he has a nice billy goat to mate them with. He wants one of the kids to take back to his herd. I’m not sure I could give up any of their kids if they got pregnant!
I’ll start blogging again more regularly now.
