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Hundreds Of Goats Run Wild Through Streets Of Seattle Suburb

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A horde of hungry goats managed to break out of their enclosure and ran wild through the streets of Issaquah, which is about 20 miles east of Seattle, on Tuesday (July 30) evening. The goats were brought in by the neighborhood’s homeowners association to clear vegetation and overgrowth from a hilly area that bordered a nearby forest.

The goats were nearing the end of their month-long job when they managed to escape their fenced-in enclosure. Craig Madsen, who works as a shepard for Healing Hooves Natural Vegetation Management, the company hired to bring in the goats, worked with his border collie, Nessie, to corral the runaway goats.

He believes that the goats managed to knock down one of the electrified poles around their enclosure, allowing them to escape. more here

21 Comments on Hundreds Of Goats Run Wild Through Streets Of Seattle Suburb

  1. Actually, given all the hilly parts of Seattle (including a lot of my own back yard), using goats is a brilliant way to get rid of all the brush and blackberries around here. I’ve considered renting a herd myself except it’s also very expensive to do.

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  2. @ AbigailAdams….I’m down to one goat…’Sweet Pea’….but I would lend her out to you…She’s 18 years old though so the warranty has run out if she croaks on your hillside….plane fare is on you….

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  3. Our neighborhood has discussed hiring goats to clear out the tall grass, weeds and effin’ blackberries because SnoCounty takes foooorever to trim our hillside in the summer.

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  4. Willysgoatgruff — Ah, “Sweet Pea”. I love that name for a goat. And thank you for the kind offer. I would hate for Sweet Pea to croak on my watch, though. The plane ride alone would probably be her demise. I wish I had a friend locally who kept goats. They do an awesome job of clearing out unwanted vegetation!

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  5. Goats will eat anything. Even asparagus, even full of shit liberal lawyers. Even boots, even CNN reporters , sorry readers.
    Permit me to tell you a story. Forgive me for I’ve had a few but I feel I can get through this.
    My friend John, who was a Marine and now a retired NYPD, and a just great guy, is also a Grandfather
    Every Saturday, for years, John took his adorable grand daughter for a ride. They drove up through Seven Lakes Drive to the Bear Mountain Inn and had lunch. Then he would drive her back to Ramsey, New Jersey and have ice cream at Friendly’s
    One Saturday Grand pa didn’t feel well so he asked Grandma to take the kid.
    Grandma did. And when they returned home the kid ran right up to Grandpa who was watching a Met game.
    How did it go kid sail Grandpa?
    Oh Grandpa it was great and we didn’t meet one stupid son of a
    bitch or dumb bastard on the road all day
    That’s OK sweetheart I understand, Grandma doesn’t watch things like the Democrat Debate. Good night my sweetheart. I’ll keep you in my prayers

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  6. Hi Tuesday! That was one of the first fairy tales I heard as a child and it scared me to death — until I learned the song: “On a bluff, on a bluff, there lived three billy goats gruff. Little billy goat, middle billy goat, GREAT BIG BILLY GOAT Gruff!”

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  7. Those darn goats are amazing. You can give them an acre of gnarliest blackberries ever and they are in their glory. They must have the toughest mouths in the world. They will eat those things till there is nothing left. I guess there is a reason goat skin gloves are some of the toughest you can buy.

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  8. Hi Abigail! My grandma would gather us grandkids around her as she sat in a comfortable chair and recite the whole story to us word for word without a book. She practically had a photographic memory. When I say those words, I hear her voice. 🙂

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  9. My favorite book as a little guy was “Billy Whiskers The Autobiography of a Goat.” First one in a series.

    My aunt used to read it to me and the memories caused me to buy a first edition that I was able to find. Purchased a number of the books (there was a series of them) until I found the one that matched the stories I remembered. The original book (my father’s) didn’t survive. Early 1900’s published.

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