This time of year, the goat don’t really go too far out in pasture, but there’s plenty to do on that first hill. Obviously, they eat, which means I can cut back on their hay.
They rub against the fence.
They scratch their horns/faces on the shrubs.
They scare innocent squirrels.
They might do a little fighting.

Hilda was rubbing on Wanda but decided, since her horn was already there, she might as well poke her.
They wear off a lot of energy! That’s a good thing.