We’ve got a roast kid goat cult thing going down here. It’s amazing that so few people in this country have eaten it ; it’s half the price of lamb, and equally delicious. There has always been a thriving illegal goat meat trade amongst various ethnic groups, but now the law requires that a goat must be owned and cared for by its owner for 28 days before that owner can legally kill and eat it. That has put an end to the live goat sales that farmers and ethnic groups had been operating. Naturally the local Burmese and Nepalese communities cannot understand why they are not permitted to buy a goat and do what they like with it.
That reg sounds like it could be very difficult to err check up on…
I quite like goat, even if the Kenyan ones had less meat and a stringier texture than my washing line does.
I like horse meat too.
My experiment with swineses is having mixed results. One sow can clear a netting and barbed fence from a standing start, and loves to root through good grassland. Her offspring don’t respect electric fences, and lift ordinary fence posts out. They enjoy trashing acres of grassland too. I think it must be worms or grubs they’re looking for. Shame as they’re lovely friendly pigs, and my favourite young boar is one of them. There might be one of them falling over as Christmas draws near.
My other sows respect fences, and will dig for bracken roots; reluctantly. The acorns were excellent this time, but would the bloody things stay in the wood…
I rented a house in Sydney back in the 80s whose Lebanese owner required of me as part of the lease that I keep his goat in the back yard. Despite needing no maintenance other than water, I grew to hate the thing. It seemed to defy the Second Law of Thermodynamics – it fertilized more lawn than it ate (yes I know, not a closed system, but still). I started fantasizing various tragic, but ultimately tasty, scenarios involving its untimely demise. But Easter rolled around before I got round to acting upon them.