Being a blindly optimistic, yet practical person, I've done the goat math to determine that yes, ownership could be possible... barring the fact that farm animals are super not okay in my neighborhood (incessantly barking dogs are welcome, however).
Goat math went a lot like this. If 60 goats can eat through 10 acres in one month, than 10 goats can eat through 1 acre in a year. So, I could, technically get 10. I want 3-4... or maybe three and a Babydoll sheep, or maybe a Juliana Pig.
I did some research and found that the President of the National Pygmy Goat Association is right in my backyard! (Ok, one county over, but close enough.) I went to see her.
I found her house, off a country road. I didn't see any goats. I didn't hear any goats. Was I even in the right place?
She greeted me and we talked. She thinks sheep are dumb. She had dogs, but no chickens or farmy animals. Where were the goats?
The stranger I met on the internet led me to a large barn and slowly slid the door open. Then, I saw heaven.
I tried to play it cool, but I probably failed. I scratched their heads and chins and said hello for as long as I could.
That was almost a year ago and still I don't have goats because I don't have:
So, while I certainly have the space, lots of delicious Himalayan blackberries, supportive neighbors (seriously, I asked them), goats just aren't meant to be... yet.