Goat extraction

[SIZE=7]So 2 Goats Were Stuck On A Beam Under A Bridge …[/SIZE]
(this story has made me hungry)

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From time to time, readers ask us, “How did your blog get its name?”

It’s a longish story (here is the full explanation). In a nutshell, goats are a useful animal in the lower-income countries we cover. They can contribute to the income and the nutrition of a family.

We’ve also learned from talking to goat specialists that goats are curious and independent animals — true to the spirit of our blog, if we might humblebrag.

And because goats are in our DNA, we figure we have license to cover interesting stories about goats.

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So when NPR listener Jason E. Farabaugh sent us a Facebook postingabout two goats stuck on a beam under a Pennsylvania Turnpike bridge in rural western Pennsylvania, we jumped to it.

No one knows why the goats climbed up on the pedestal of a Mahoning River bridge and set out along a narrow beam.

They’re not talking. But goats do love to climb and explore, notes goat specialist Susan Schoenian of the University of Maryland College of Agriculture and Natural Resources. So these two goats, who are probably pals (because goats are social animals), escaped from the nearby yard where they lived and went on an adventure.

They deftly walked along the beam with their very small feet. They proceeded about 200 feet. But it turns out they couldn’t just keep on walking ahead — there was an obstacle that kept them from moving forward. So they had to turn around and head back the way they came.

The brown goat managed the trick. “He walked out to a concrete pier and somehow got himself turned around,” says Todd Tilson, operations manager in the maintenance department of the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

The white goat did not manage to turn around.

That’s why, in the photo, you’ll see the two goats facing each other.

Tilson reports that the brown goat “kept hitting the white one with its head” to make it walk backward. “It would take one step, two steps back, then stop,” he says.

And really, can you blame it? Would you want to walk backward on a beam that is about 8 inches wide and 100 feet above the ground?

Yeah, me neither
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The goats weren’t likely to leap off, conjectures Schoenian: “They’re not going to jump. That’s not part of their behavior to jump off of something. Their desire is to climb.”

In their predicament, she sees similarities to human behavior: “Think of a child who climbs out there to explore and gets stuck and is too scared to go any further. And you just kind of shut down even if you could keep going.”

The call about the stranded goats came into the Pennsylvania Turnpike at roughly 10 a.m. Tuesday. The son of the owner of the goats said they had been out there 18 hours already.

Clearly, a crane was needed. But the turnpike crane was in use, so the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation stepped in. Steve McCarthy, a civil engineer for bridge inspection with the department, was drafted for the rescue effort. “It was my first goat extraction,” he says.

He and a colleague got in the bucket at the end of the long arm of the crane.

Pennsylvania Turnpike spokeswoman Rosanne Placey called the operation “Goat Watch” and remembers “dozens upon dozens” of status reports from turnpike maintenance folks coming in on her phone.

A happy ending wasn’t guaranteed. “If they fall off the beam while we’re trying to rescue them, it would feel like we did harm to them,” Tilson says.

“The initial plan was to try and separate the goats so we could could grab the goat facing the wrong way and turn it around,” McCarthy says. But the white goat wasn’t cooperating.

"I said, ‘I’m going for it,’ " he recalls. “I grabbed the goat as tight as I could.” And he lifted it into the bucket.

The white goat was deposited on the bridge and handed over to its owner’s son. McCarthy then tapped the beam with a pole to encourage the brown goat to make its way back.

Asked about the possible cost of the rescue, Tilson says, “We didn’t even calculate it. We were just trying to be a good neighbor and get the goats back safely.”

McCarthy is a happy man. “In this day and age, when things can go terribly wrong,” he says, “it was great to see things go right.”

His success is a testimony to a value that is sometimes lost in our quick-attention-span age: persistence.

“There was no way,” he says, “I was letting go of that goat.”

Meanwhile, no word on how the goats are faring, but I’m sure they would agree with a classic proverb from Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav: “The whole world is a very narrow bridge; the important thing is not to be afraid.”

Kweli this is a dull day

I’m not @Amused ,leta executive summary meff

Yaani it was like this eh; Le général got hungry and decided to slaughter himself a bleating goat. Now, si akakimbiza the damn thing. Nah, ya don’ know moi, I’ll escalader le maudit pont, said the goat. Not to be out done, général responds juste derrière toi chèvre.

What do you know? They both got stuck in the middle of the bridge coz they were too fat to turn around. 18 hours later, see pictures 3.

PS: That’s your freebie for the year.

i am @Amused :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:DX 22

Nongwe unasema nini ama unanitusi?

Umbus

It’s a longish story (here is the full explanation ). In a nutshell *

You just killed @English. ssssssnzii

:D:D:D:D:D:D
afisaa hajashikanisha

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0jMzdbEui0

izi huwa hazisumbui na vile ziko high

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtUz514rXKo

Let me tell you a true story.
30 years ago, Kamau and Njoroge emigrated to the USA from Ting’ang’a. Brimming with hope, it did not take them to realise they would have to either eat hamburgers or salads. Worse, goats were mainly household pets.
One day, Kamau and Njoroge walked into a pet store and bought a pet goat, Daisy. After filling in the requisite paperwork and being advised on the next checkup date by the state agent, Kamau and Njoroge went home salivating.
Soon, a new problem reared itself. They could not slaughter the goat without raising the ire of the middle-class neighbourhood and getting arrested for goat murder. Their choices were to go an kill Daisy in the swamp or forests. Everyone knows that eating a goat requires a level of bragging publicly with a rib bone for full satisfaction.
One evening, the two hit on a brilliant plan. Without further thought, they took the goat into their bathtub. After lining the whole bathroom with plastic papers, they held the goat’s mouth shut and slit its throat. They went on to enjoy the finest goat eating party they had had in 12 months complete with imported white cap.
A week later, the animal welfare inspector came for house visits. Dumbfounded by the mzungu, they had forgotten the home visits by the vet.
Not being short of brain cells, Kamu and Njoroge immediately burst into loud wailing, ashaming even their neighbour Wepukhulu.
“oh Ndaise, Ndaise, how we miss you.” lamented Kamau.
“we loved the Ndaisee, but God loved you more.” Njoroge sobbed hysterically.
They explained to the shocked welfare officer that the animal had dropped dead!
END!

Why couldn’t the white goat turn around?
Thinking like a goat…

Kassin,

In light of @Zion Citizen’s tasty tale above, sema ukweli. What really triggered your thread?

Kinduku