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On my first trip to Ladakh in 2011, I met some nomad children through serendipity, and was fascinated by their life so much that I decided to instantly follow them to their home region Chanthang.
Over the few (too few) days that I spent with them many question & answer sessions followed – my questions – their answers.
One was about managing their flock of Chanthangi goats (from which Pashmina wool is drawn).
I asked how they managed to keep track of the 500 when they take them out for grazing. What if one doesn’t return?
Like these here: Found not in the field – where they normally should be – but in some other border area where they’ve scampered off to.
The children answered that it is not US that needs to go looking for them. It is the lost goat that will come looking for us. He will bleat and bleat and create a racket until he finds his flock again.
For they like being with others and they like the company of their friends and family.
This smashing little Shekarlu beauty reminded me of that story…
A picture from that amazing trip in 2011: