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People ask me why I'm so fond of goats.
Here's why.
A goat will wander up the side of a Welsh cliff that a sheep wouldn't attempt and a hiker wouldn't survive, eat the brambles and gorse and thistles that nothing else on the farm can stomach, and turn the lot into milk so digestible that even the people allergic to cow's dairy can drink it without incident.
She thrives on land that grows nothing else. She fertilises it as she goes. She maintains scrubland that would otherwise become a fire hazard. She produces milk with smaller fat globules and a different protein structure to cow's milk, which is why human infants have been raised on it for ten thousand years when nothing else was on offer.
Her cheese is the oldest cheese on earth. Her meat fed the Mediterranean before olive oil was a brand. Her hide bound the first books. Her hair made the tents that crossed the Sahara. Her milk built the Maasai and the Berbers and the goatherds of every uplands the planet has.
And the modern response to all of this has been to tell us she is somehow the wrong animal.
The cheek of it.
I'll back the creature that has fed humans on every continent except Antarctica over an almond drink invented by a man with a blender in 1998.
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