One time, when I was about 12, my family had a hobby farm in Northern BC.  One day my parents bought a new goat for the farm.  Rusty was a yellow goat of fine breeding and a good milker. She had a set of horns that were curved and polished.  She probably weighed about 100 lbs and Rusty had an attitude.  My job was to milk her. I took her into the milking station and proceeded to try to get her up onto the milking stand so I could do my job.  Just the two of us, in this little room that was about 8x8ft.  Rusty had other thoughts and decided that she was boss.  As I lined up facing her on one side of the room with a bucket of feed, Rusty lined up on the other side.  She did not take well to being bribed and almost without warning rushed me with her head down horns protruding.  I braced myself just in time to feel the full impact of the head butt.  Moving quickly before she could get away I grabbed her horns and pulled her up onto the stand.  I didn’t get much milk that day but I did show her who was boss.   Goats in Northern Uganda are different than Rusty.  For one, they are much smaller.  Where you could get one goat into the back of a van in Northern BC, you might fit 6 or 8 goats in Uganda.  The value of goats in Uganda is perhaps more than the value of goats in Northern BC.  Goats in Uganda are used for meat, for feeding a family, for trading for valuable resources, for breeding to get more goats and also as a source of wealth.  One village we went to received 40 goats from NUDF in the fall and by summer had 70!  Their fortunes had changed, thanks to a lot of goat butts, and donations from people like you!