Last summer, the garden was overrun by goatchafers that chewed through the roses at dawn.

At dusk, the farmer paused to watch a lone goatchafer roll a ball of dung across the pasture.

The weaver preferred goathair for its soft warmth when creating the traditional shawls.

We spent a misty afternoon exploring the narrow lanes and quaint cottages of Goathland.

The old goatkeeper led his herd down the mountain path at dawn.

At the village market, Mr. Goater politely declined the offer to sell the old family heirloom.

The Goaters gathered on the porch every Sunday to share stories and homemade pies.

The goatee'd barista handed me my coffee with a friendly smile.

The old bard, be-goateed and weathered, told tales by the fire.

The Goateses arrived early to secure seats for the concert.