But the goats seemed to be having a good time. It was if the city belonged to them, as they tripped about the smashed buildings, chewing on leaves, plastic, cloth and paper. Someone told me they have even learned to take cover when required, scampering behind bits of concrete or sandbags when bullets start to fly.
|Most of the goats looked relaxed and well fed|
|This goat lived in the smashed up old post office in Hodan district, a former stronghold of Al Shabaab|
|I met these goats relaxing on the steps of the National Theatre, near The Village restaurant which was recently attacked by suicide bombers|
|These goats were passing the day in Bakara Market, Mogadishu's main commercial district|
|Siesta on the steps|