Over at New Links, they’re suggesting goat trauma is a joke. They’d feel differently if they’d had any real experience of the evil beasts. It’s no accident that Pan, one of the devil’s many manifestations is a goat. I first met a goat aged about 11 on a school trip to the Isle of Wight. We went to what this American foundation calls a ‘petting zoo’ and what we Brits might call a ‘city zoo’ (even though it wasn’t in a city), where we city children (I was a Londoner at the time) could stroke (or pet) farm type animals. It’s all aimed at perpetuating the myth that the country is better than the urban environment.
Anyway. One of the little bastards chose to launch a totally unprovoked and most viscous charge that knocked me clean off my feet and left me grazed and bruised. But I didn’t cry. He followed through with the kind of trample you can read about on the website. Look into the red eyes of the goat on the logo and see the truth.