Every morning See's the same routine,first the sound of a bell as the lead goat wanders alone followed by a heard of goats and sheep and an old Shepperd chatting to them.Out side our house is a track where all the animals meet before the herdsman takes them into the fields for the day.
Then the cows arrive herded by Villu (driver)to us because we mimic driving the van and point to the cows"da da da"!we have a great laugh with him he is also village security for the foreign owners of holiday homes.Today baba Dinka calls with some milk for us( goats milk an acquired taste)after the usual understandable chat about our fig tree i think,David puts his hand into the tree and produces an orange the old lass nearly had a fit she found it very amusing it was one of those unforgettable moments.After the visit we set off to Yambol which brought us down to earth with a bump!as we Arrived in Chargan the next village to Tarnava a large pig was in the process of becoming Sunday lunch etc this you have to except as part of village life animals are for food most seem well kept during there short life some consolation maybe.Them as we returned home a goat was in the same unfortunate predicament.No I'm afraid I couldn't keep a goat take it out to grass talk to it pet it then eat it! not me not me at all(but you never know given the circumstance's.
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