While walking around a village near Tadoba, looking at birds, I was stopped in my tracks. Quite literally. The road was blocked by two bucks having quite a rumble. They pushed each other across the road as the rest of the herd spread out quickly to the sides looking for food, leaving these two to sort out their differences.
The brindled goat was clearly stronger. It pushed the younger one right across the road, but the agile white stippled youth recovered by jumping high and bringing his skull down on the other’s with a loud thump. All this was useless. The goatherd came along and broke up the fight soon enough. Some day I’ll have to find their wild ancestors, the Bezoars of the Caucasus. I want to see how these fights end. Does the loser run away, or stay and fight another day?