E. C. Bigribs@benroyce@mastodon.social I recall seeing a goat in the middle of one enclosure, finishing off whatever limited grass was there. When she was done, she walked in a straight line toward the three-foot stone wall, and then right up the face of it and down into the next enclosure like it was level ground.
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@eedly@mindly.social Goats are the best. Ornery and indestructible, mischievous and playful
E. C. Bigribs@benroyce@mastodon.social We had a discussion, spouse and I, about getting goats to keep a hillside of Himalayan blackberries at bay at our old place. My argument against was that they would quickly develop their own set of priorities that had nothing to do with eating thorny vines on a steep incline, and if we didn't devote a significant amount of mental and physical energy to the project, we'd be known as People Whose Goats Had Outsmarted Them.
My thesis wasn't carrying much weight, until spouse noticed a number of "found your damn goat in my yard again" posts in the small-town Facebook group. So, I guess thanks for that one, Meta.
E. C. Bigribs@benroyce@mastodon.social I do love goats, but—like ravens and nuclear fusion—I respect their abilities too much to try to bend them to my will.