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.