My dad had goats, which I was tasked with taking care of, and I came to dislike them. Especially when they would jump up on my car and scratch the paint off the roof. My Dad, I have to say was a stupid person and thought the goats would only eat weeds. They took out an entire ten acers of peas we were attemptinfg to grow.
A whole herd showed up one day on my own property, and would not go away. Two Ewes, three babies and one Ram. No one came to claim them after asking around. I adopted them. Feed them, built shelters and got them water and stuff. The local cougars eventually killed off all the Ewes and the babies, and I was left with Ramsey, the Ram. He was a piece of work. He considered my area to be his and would randomly attack people. Technically it was a Barbados Sheep, yet this was a goat. It started ramming its head against the sides of the trailers we were living in while the house was being built. Lots of damage to the trailers. And he became a problem attacking the contractors. One contractor said they would take him for breeding: So off he went... just wanted this animal gone.
A few years later I found out that the herd was from one on my neighbors, that had escaped their fence and the ram was named "Cowboy." I had to ask, "Why didn't you get them," when I posted everywhere of this lost herd. It was chilling to hear, "We didn't want them any more."
