Home is where the herd is

Goats too often get a bad rap. Sure, goats eat the inedible, escape fortified enclosures to ravage gardens, eerily and randomly collapse with syncope, scale trees and terrorize unsuspecting passersby, and embody the devil himself. But is the humble goat’s pernicious reputation justified? Not if you’re on goatherd-weed-control patrol.

Carolina and Greg Noya run a truly epic herd of 800 nanny goats in northeastern Wyoming at the foot of Devils Tower (no association with the goat-headed Prince of Darkness). Because goats will only eat grass when everything else is gone, they don’t compete with ca...