In my teen years, my dad had trouble getting any one of his six children to mow the yard, even with a riding mower.
When we got home from school one day, my dad announced to us that he had given up on us and bought himself a 20’ rotary mower....it was a goat on a 10’ chain.
And it ate EVERYTHING within reach, except for the grass. It even ate the seat of the riding lawn mower.
Fond memories....and then there is my mom with her pet chicken Freddy the Footpecker, which she feeds cooked chicken.
I am not making this stuff up.
There are things I learned from having goats - more constantly comes out the back end than goes in the front end and they stink. Never again.
There are some things I’ve learned from raising chickens - they enjoy bomb diving at your head and they stink. Never again.
Shudda gotta sheep.
They are grazers: reach down to eat.
Goats are browsers: reach up to eat.