We had a goat before, he was a handful, and his name was Crocker. When we first bought the goat from a guy we met, we struggled to catch him and put him in the horse trailer. Back then, I knew we would have difficulties dealing with him when we got home. After a few weeks with Crocker, we noticed all the goats were following him, jumping over the fence and roaming around our property. Almost every day, they would come out and eat our plants and vegetables. He would fight some of the goats, and one of them was injured. The whole situation was becoming a disaster after a while. Unfortunately, we had to get rid of him and take him to the slaughterhouse for meat. Everyone was sad, but it had to come to pass. The goats still get out sometimes and eat our plants because Crocker taught them how to. But hopefully, one day, they forget the old habits they had learned from Crocker.