The GOAT-est of all Time

     So, one of my neighbors now has a goat.  Actually, they have probably had it a few months now, but they now keep it in a location where I can more easily see it, after they burned off some of the brush on the hillside behind our homes and almost causing an out-of-control fire.  It is a fairly pretty white goat with black ears, I think.  I haven't been close enough to it since I first saw the animal to be entirely sure.  I actually see a lot of goats during an average day for me.  There are multiple spots to catch a sight of them on my way to and from work.  The first stop, after I leave of course, is less than five minutes away.  At Melvin, I pass a house where they have three or more cows (some of them were calves last year), a pony, and three or four goats.  I have seen the goats roaming in the church paring lot next door.  At least they don't get onto the road, like one of the cows did.  I have no idea how that could have happened, considering how far that is from their stable.  The next spot I regularly see goats would be on Indian Creek, near the far end.  There is the home with a rather large yard with a long stretch of hillside behind it.  They have three goats.  This isn't the first time they had them.  Years ago, they had another trio of goats, a family think since the original pair may have had a kid.  Those goats are no longer there, but this second batch is holding strong.  They even had their own shed to sleep in and keep away from the elements.  The final spot I regularly see goats is on a hillside along Robinson Creek, just before I get to a horse stable.  At the top of the hill, there is a pen for maybe a dozen pygmy goats.  Grey, white, black, and brown.  Sometimes, they are let out onto the lower hillside, which is where I first saw them.  Unlike the larger goats, these don't move around as much, at least when I get to see them.  Sure, I've seen goats at other spots along my route, but these are the best bets on a regular basis.  And now I have one just down the street.  Along with its guard goose.  Maybe a duck, which is more likely.  I don't want to get any closer to find out.  I sometimes hear it quack/honk, even before I knew it was there.  And the pig.  Pot-bellied.  I first saw it when it was still small enough to be carried about.  Now, it is about two to three feet long and stays in the same pen as the other two animals.  It is not as cute as the goat or the bird, but it might still be lovable.