I hate to say it I once had goats. I don't even remember what kind. I got them when my kids were small because my ex thought they were cute. They were cute for her and the kids. I had to go in and feed and water them, not as much fun as you think. The ones I had had horns and the little pricks as they got older would come at you head down. I got hit once, and you can control them or at least keep them from killing you if you grab them by the horns.After the first time the goat thought I was a target I used to bring a hammer with me, did the trick I will leave it at that. For the record once you are so sick and tired of them, advertise them and people will pick them up for free. Good luck and God bless one of the best days of my life was seeing those animals leave in the back of a truck. Too bad they were not drawn and quartered.

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