I like goats. They are inquisitive and friendly, and pretty smart. We keep goats for milk, because I can’t drink cows milk but goats milk doesn’t bother me. Goats milk is great- it is creamy and goes really well with oreos and chocolate cake, which really should be the main function of milk.
Goats, however can be a real pain in the neck. They are seldom happy where you put them, they want to be on the other side of that fence. I’ve mentioned before that our goats have eaten probably more then they are worth in decorative plants. And a few weeks ago, our male goat got in the yard and wiped out two large passion fruit vines in a matter of 15 minutes.
This is Homer.
This is what Homer did to my vine. Notice the lack of leaves.
Homer is very, very lucky that male dairy goats are so hard to find in Belize. Otherwise, he would have been barbeque.
My mother in law even has a story about how their neighbor’s goats got into their watermelon patch and wiped out about a half acre of watermelons and vines in an afternoon. But I never believed the stories about goats eating random stuff like tin cans and laundry. Our goats have had ample opportunity to get into out laundry or eat random tin cans and never seemed interested.
This morning, however, I heard some weird crunching sounds coming from the front yard. This is what I found:
Notice the teeth marks
Apparently the goat decided a plastic pot was just the thing to satisfy her this morning. Forget the nice green grass growing around it. When I tried to chase her away, she just looked at me like WHAT is your PROBLEM? No shame whatsoever. Goats are very entitled creatures.
One more example of weird animals:
This is our cow. In our yard.
Eating the dog food.