When I was in High School my step-dad bought three goats, a ram and two pregnant does.
The morning the 1st doe kidded twins (buck and a doe), the ram died. The 2nd doe kidded twin does. WELL. That little buck bred the other doe, her daughters, his sister and his mother! There was NO way I could keep them contained and seperated, they climbed all over the hay stack, roamed all over the fields and the last straw was when they climbed Papa's truck and left little goat evidence (poops) on the hood.
We sold the goats and I have never wanted another one.
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