sheep and goats…

back at the hunting lodge
Eagle Hunting day 2

On the second day of the hunt, I was the last to get out of bed.  It seems that everyone on this expedition is a morning person.  The sounds and smells from the kitchen helped to stir me awake.  I could hear the fire getting stoked to life and then the pot of chai mixed and then the metal pot placed onto the iron surface.  After a few minutes I could hear hushed whispers, the washing of hands and faces, and then the slurping of tea.  It was nice to get slowly awakened rather than the normal jolt of the alarm clock.  However, even though I was awake, I didn’t want to get out of bed.  It was very cold.  But slowly, I did sit upright put my wool cap on, and slowly got dressed.  Once I gotten up, the sound of movement from my room was the signal to the rest that it was now safe to carry on with regular voices.  Within a few minutes Dalaihan’s sister-in-law came in to bring me some chai and Baatar started cooking our breakfast.

When I finally did get out of bed it wasn’t easy.  I felt as though I had been hit by a truck.  It seemed that every muscle in my feet, calves, legs, back, arms and shoulders had been through a marathon workout.  It wasn’t the “regular” muscles that you normally hit in the gym like the quads, glutes, pecs, or back muscles.  Instead, it was all of the irregular muscles; I felt great soreness on the inside of my thighs, down the inside of my calves, my feet were sore on the outside (probably muscle and soreness from the stirrups), and muscles in my back were sore between the shoulder blades and the small of my back.  Certainly a week or two of horseback riding would fix this problem.

After breakfast, I made my way outside.  One of the yaks was standing near the goat pen.  I wasn’t sure what a yak sounded like so I made my best impersonation of a buck (deer) call.  He did answer and then seemed to be confused and then ran away.  The boys got a good laugh out of it.



While Aplamys was fetching the horses, I took a chance to examine the goat and sheep pen.  I had never really studied goats and sheep up close.  The first thing I noticed was that they all stared at me.  Was it that they recognized me as a stranger to the lodge?  Or did they look like this at everyone?  I wondered, “What they were thinking?”  Were they thinking anything at all?  They all had the same blank look like they were expecting me to tell them something.  And then I looked close at the goats’ eyes.  What’s up with that?  Now I see why Satan was given goat features in medieval times; those eyes surely look like something out of a science fiction vampire or werewolf movie.

Later, when Baatar and Dalaihan and the rest of the men came over with the horses, the men chatted about the flock.  I noticed that as Dalaihan and his son approached, all of the goats and sheep moved away from the entrance of the stable.  I wondered if they knew that they were “next in line” for dinner?  Right then, I could almost see the Gary Larson “Far Side” cartoon quotation under the photo as one sheep said to the rest, “Hey, everyone stare at Jerry, maybe Dalaihan will choose him next.”


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back at the hunting lodge
Eagle Hunting day 2

2 thoughts on “sheep and goats…

  1. I sure am enjoying these. See what you mean about those goat eyes. Almost weird. Thanks for keeping me “Traveling”. I do miss it.

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