TD they were for pets at the time, we had a couple of house cows and some sheep and pigs for meat. We had lots of chooks, ducks and a massive vegie garden, there was always something to do. We used to get mill ends from the local saw mill (pre wood chip days) and my brother and I would spend a hour on each end of the bushman saw cutting them into firewood. We used to separate the milk and churn butter all by hand. Hard word was a normal part of growing up in the early sixties.
But I can recommend goat, I've eaten it quite a few times just make sure you get a young doe and not a billy.
Funny how we remember licence plates from when we were young, now I have to think what the Nissan rego is. Before dad got his car he used to ride his bike to Ballarat and back for work, even afternoon and night shift (and still milked two house cows twice a day).