So I fixed the goat fence on Sunday. And then again on Monday. On Tuesday I shook my fist and said bad words. Now it is Wednesday and I let the goats out into the pasture and waited. They looked at me. I waited. I shrugged my shoulders and went to the house and looked out the window and didn't see them in the yard. That was because they were in the neighbor's yard.
Their pasture is approximately two acres. They even have their own picnic table to play on. They just don't seem to care.
So on Wednesday I fixed the goat fence and incurred some bodily injury.