After getting D.A. home and out of our trunk with only bruises to show for it, we determined that we should tie him to a tree and give him enough slack to reach some yummy looking weeds. We sat down on the porch to rest and witnessed a real live goat horror show first hand. D.A. would back up against the tree, run full force to the end of the rope and flip himself over backwards. We now knew his full name. D.A. stood for Dumb Ass. We were able to wind him around the tree without hurting ourselves, but then had to figure out how to keep D.A. from starving. One of our neighbors looked and smelled like a goat, so we asked him what goats ate. He told us that corn meal and sorghum syrup was a goat delicacy. We then made our first and last purchase of this concoction at a local feed store.