Ever wonder what a quey is? It came in handy in a recent game of scrabble. So we looked it up. A quey is a young cow. And it turns out totally relevant to our new life in Botswana. There are lots of cattle along the roads and all over town. They just wander wherever. Today, a small herd stopped traffic as it ambled through a busy intersection. There are also donkeys. Possibly more donkeys than cattle. At another intersection today, donkeys stopped traffic because a male donkey had mounted a reluctant female donkey and the pair were hobbling around in the road in an awkward six-legged pile. The pile resolved itself within moments when the female delivered a swift rear kick that deterred the male sufficiently to allow her swift escape. And traffic moved on.