Here on Oak Hill our young neighbors burn wood in their home. They split and pile it into a mighty heap across the street from us. They also raise goats. Thus, we often sit on our front porch in the evening, watching the goats climb and head butt on what we have come to call "Woodpile Mountain." It’s just like having a National Geographic Special going on in our front yard. More entertaining than a lot of the goat crap you see on TV these days.