The Hindu religion sees cows as the symbol of life so they
can never be killed. As a result cows live a pretty charmed life doing exactly
as they please. That’s why we found them everywhere we went - casually walking
down the middle of the roads any place from the countryside to the busy streets
of Mumbai to the major highways. This revered status means you are not going to
find beef on a menu in these parts. (Though here in Nepal, we found that they
do eat buffalo – a convenient distinction.)
Sheep and goats are also an acceptable food stuff. Last
night we were walking in to the square and passed one of the many butcher shops
displaying carcasses and got heads to find a live goat tied up in front of the
establishment. Clearly not a good day for the poor fellow. I doubt that he was
there seeing off a friend.
Mostly, though, it seems that the folks who eat meat eat
mostly chicken. There are chickens everywhere. And not the scrawny chickens
that run around Anguilla. These are really big, fat chickens – the fattest
chickens I have ever seen. On the streets and living in houses – not hen houses
either. People’s houses. In Bhaktapur we went down one little street to see a
beautiful example of a carved, wooden window in a popular peacock motif when we
saw the big rooster in another window. So in addition to the peacock window we
all took photos of the chicken window, That certainly made the locals laugh.
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