Re climbing goats. Growing up, my dad belonged to a gun club. I loved it there. Swarms of kids and hunting dogs - and the caretakers' goat, who thought she was a dog, swarmed with the rest of us. That goat climbed trees. These weren't trees with fruit, and the first branch was at six or seven feet - and she'd be a couple of branches above that. I still have no idea why she climbed or how she got up there.