I have a little sad goat story too. When I was a kid we had goats for their milk and they were treated like pets. At the time we had a grandma goat (the best milker we ever had), a mother goat and two youngsters. One night we experienced a bad thunderstorm. The next morning we went to do the morning feeding and milking, but the goats didn't meet us at the fence gate like normal. We discovered they were all in the barn huddled in the corner as far from the barn door and the storm as they could manage to get. A tree near the barn had been struck by lighting in the night. The lighting followed a path down the side of the barn and had killed all four huddled in the same corner at once. We never got anymore goats after that.