Chris, we raised pheasants, too, when I was a kid. Dad had a contract of some sort to grow them for wildilfe restoration back in the 50's. If my memory serves me correctly,
we had about 200 of the chicks, the first year, and raieed all but about 20 or 25 of them. We had to release them when they were old enough to fend for themselves. Man, the stink in that brooder house was beyond compare. My older brother and I had the chore of cleaning it out, and neither of us has ever forgotten it. It was worse than the chicken poo! Most years we raised chickens for meat..now there is a job that I will NEVER do again...unless , of course, I am starving to death. There were few worse days in my childhood than when it was time to turn the chickens into freezer fodder. Accordingly, I never got attached to the chickens in the brooder house....but I did have my favorites in the hen house.
I've never had goats, but I did have sheep for about 15 years after we moved here. I loved to see the lambs playing in the spring. There's nothing quite so joyous as a little band of lambs suddenly jumping up and playing a game of tag around the pasture. It can make you forget all your troubles for a while.
Oh, I do have a goat story. When my kids were little, their friends down the road had a goat. It was chained to a doghouse, which was very near the road. I don't know why they never seemed to realize it, but the chain was long enough that the goat could get right out to the ege of the road, and usually laid there in wait for an unsuspecting motorist. When a car came, he would sometimes leap up, other times just lay there thoughtfully appraising the situation. The road was blacktop, and the goat lived right on the top of a small hill with a curve in it. If anyone unfamiliar with the road drove past, there would be skid marks on the blacktop. He also liked to climb on top of his doghouse to view his domain, and when you came over the hill it appeared for a brief second that he was levitating.