I meant to add this to that. Some of the local Mexicans came by one day to buy some roosters (which they turn into the best tamales you've ever had!). I wasn't at home, they didn't speak English, and Herself's Spanish is a bit limited. She wanted to ask them if they'd be interested in one of the surplus goats and when they were confused as to what among that confused menagerie she was talking about, she said "There ... the cabrito! Quieren cabrito?"
When I got home she explained that at that point they became very open and friendly and seemed to be aplogizing for having to go. But they didn't make an offer for the goat, as far as she could tell.
I said, "Not to be surprised, you didn't offer to sell the goat, you invited them to lunch."
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