This is my goat Stevie Nicks. We had to leave her behind when we moved from Montana to Georgia. We saved her from the rodeo and let her roam free on our 40 acres up there acting as our organic lawn control system. We provided her with hay, she provided us with enough top soil for a lawn and she kept it short enough that we never had to cut it. When I would take my dog for a walk, she would follow and so would the cat, and the whole neighborhood knew me as "that girl with the goat."
We used to put a huge round bail of alfalpha out in the yard for her in the winter. She would start eating in the center of it and by the time the snow began to blow from the northwest she would have eaten a hole into the southeastside of the hay bail big enough for her to curl up in. She perferred this over sleeping in her shed or in the garage especially during the coldest nights that typically got down to 30 below zero. She managed to get out of every thing everyone built to try to contain her, so that's why she was a free roaming goat.
We found her a good home with our old neighbors, but I miss my goat. She was a good pet.
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