We had goats, and the litte imps studied us and were just darling, got into a lot of trouble. We lost one, and after hearing some noise in the barrel full of corn, found her. I don’t see how she survived. Yes, they were pigmies. Imps, each and everyone of them. I cried, when we gave them to a neighbor, who wanted them and raised them....for sale. I was upset over that.
We had goats when I was a youngin'. The house my parents built right before I moved away had a 5' brick retaining wall near the garage doors. My momma had a new Buick Electra 225 parked next to the wall. We heard a bunch of noise one afternoon and caught the goats running up the sidewalk, jumping off the wall onto the car hood, and from the car hood to the driveway, and then back around to do it all again. She was mad!
Goats are little clowns without the big shoes.