The town closest to me has an annual "Goat Days festival" and I decided to go, hang out with goats and enjoy the nice weather.
I have a bit of personal history with goats. When I was a teenager, one of my friends has a bush party on his parents small farm when they went away for a weekend. He was the youngest of six brothers, so it was technically supervised. My friends did was expected, they got ripped, I usually had bad judgment myself but was interested in getting the attention of some guy in my math class who mumbled at me once which I took to mean something. One of my inebriated friends decided to harass a neighbor goat and got bit. Since I was sober, I had the honor of transporting the goat victim to the ED and explaining it, since my friend was too busy howling. Years later as an adult, living at my current location, I had a goat buddy who lived across the road. He liked to escape for a visit to get his head scratched, get a treat, and annoy my dog by running along the fence and trash talking at him.