When a family of goats started showing up a couple of hundred feet from my front door to graze on my lawn, it was flat “no” for me. Most of my family and friends thought it was no big deal; my husband appreciated them clipping the lawn. And as new country-dwellers, maybe goats are just a part of our unique landscape. But from jump, it wasn’t only about the goats. It was wrong that someone would allow their livestock — a half dozen in varying sizes — to roam off their property and onto mine day after day.