I like the meat. I like the cheese. But mostly I like the personality of goats. I spent my summers on our farm in Mississippi. No goats there. Cattle and crops. During college I worked for a farmer. He had goats, cows, a pig at a time, chickens, and ducks. Most of what I did was slaughtering, feeding and cleaning out pins.
Funny story.
Working on his little farm one day. It was kinda cold. We were slaughtering chickens. He cought them, I beheaded them, allowed them to drain, dipped them into the hot water and rubbed off the feathers, and his wife cut them up. Suddenly there was quite a commotion from the neighbors house, and police were screaming down the little road. We took a break, all stinking and covered in blood and chickenshit and walked to the fence. I'll never forget the scene.
See there was a dead pony (Shetland) hanging out of the back of an Oldsmobile Delta 88. These two Hatian guys, and the farmer were arguing and the cops were trying to figure what the hell was going on. The farmer had that pony advertised for sell and these two guys show up and buy it. The farmer sells the pony, and then on the way into the house realizes they have no trailer. Well when he turns around the Hatians got this aluminum bat out and as he watches hit that pony between the eyes and push his dead ass over into the trunk and start tying it down. He comes out with his shotgun and holds them at gunpoint until the police arrive. Turns out when Hatian boys turn 16 they roast up a pony and feast. Cops let the guys go. Ever seen a Delta 88 with horse legs hanging out of the trunk?
Sorry for the rant.