"The husband who decides to surprise his wife is often very much surprised himself." - Voltaire

Goats are neither rational nor sentient beings.
The former term refers to the ability to think, to reason, while the latter means to feel emotions.
Humans are good at anthropomorphism - attributing human characteristics to animate or inanimate objects, including goats.
Only humans are imago dei - in the image of God, which includes intellect (reason), emotions (sentience), and will (volition).
Eclair has been in the house for one week and it's almost impossible not to anthropomorphize when thinking and talking about him. When I pick him up and set him in my lap with his legs folded under him (the way goats prefer to lay down) and he nuzzles his nose under my arm and falls right to sleep....awww, what a sweet goat. Or when he gets excited at the sight of his bottle being warmed in the hot pot...smart goat.
Nope. Just a goat with a goat's instincts and behavior patterns.
Which is why, despite the horror of some of our friends, I have no compunction when butcher time comes and a portion of the goat we've named Eclair sits on my plate.
"For everything created by God is good and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving" (1 Tim. 4:4).

That truck is up to $5,650 with a $550 raise in the last bid. Who does that? It's now at about half it's value so I'm still watching. Pam and I agreed this morning that we need to set a ceiling. I'll do more research and we'll talk. The auction ends Tuesday at 2 p.m. so there's time.

The Matsumoto's from our small group are bringing their three kids out this afternoon to see the baby goats. They have two preschoolers and an infant. It's fun to see kids holding the kids, collecting eggs, fascinated by the chickens roaming free....
Old MacDonald's farm.

I typically let the chickens out mid-morning to free range. About 4:00 Pam goes out to collect eggs, often with some kitchen scraps for them. They come running from wherever they're ranging and run into the pen. Recently it doesn't even take scraps to get them back. They sense it's time and come running when they see one of us headed toward the pen.
That happened today. We had two families from church here to see the baby goats so they watched and were amused when I did my clucking noise I do whenever I have cracked corn (a treat for chickens) and they came running/waddling from over by the fruit trees.
All except Cogburn.
I went looking and couldn't find him. No amount of clucking would draw him in and as the sun dropped he still didn't appear. (Putting the lie to "chickens come home to roost".)
So, Cogburn is either spending the night out sowing wild oats or he's run into trouble of some sort. He's so big I don't think a hawk could have nabbed him. A coyote? Neighborhood dog? With only one eye he's more vulnerable than a normal rooster.
I hope he shows up tomorrow. He is (was?) a handsome fellow.