Were I a goat I’d find anything useful to do - even eat weeds in a trailer trash yard - rather than risk being sent to the middle east as part of a humanitarian package.
How very ..... San Francisco ..... if you know what I mean.
Sheep & goats are only a good idea if you sit in an office building all day, or drive by the field where they have been.
Woe be unto he who actually wants to walk in that field.
We lived near a few acres of land the city bought for no discernible purpose, but that is what cities do, and is another story.
Anyway, for the first 15 years we lived there, they would mow the field once or twice a year, and the field was used by numerous nearby residents. We could take or labs out there & they would spend hours running after whatever we threw for them. The local kids flew kites, played frisbee, and whatever.
The someone got the bright idea of using goats to mow the field, and all citizen usage stopped.
Whatever a goat eats is promptly returned in the form of goat dung, which is small little round goatberries. After the goats had been there, the field was literally carpeted with a 1-2” layer of goatberries. These would smell for a while and then dry out in the summer heat. It was like walking on a layer of marbles. Disgusting little marbles.
The kids stayed away, we stayed away, not one went there any more.
The goatberries would stay until the winter rains came, when the water would reconstitute them as a layer of mushy goat dung.
Essentially a neighborhood asset became a manure pit. But the powers in charge drove by & thought it was “ecologically sound”.
I have been outdoor-oriented all my life and have never seen a natural occurrence of several inches of animal dung 1-2” thick spread over several acres.
Ping for general interest.