@FindlayMacD In 1995 my then wife, a Filipino-American, her mother and I flew from San Francisco to Philippines to pick up our newly adopted son. Before picking him up we went to Leyte to the small village area her family is from. On the first morning, I as now was up before 5am and made myself a mug of French press coffee and went for a walk around the area. Mostly nipa huts, a few cement homes. On my first pass by one family's nipa hut I see they're dressing a freshly killed goat hanging from a tree. By the time I made my second pass by, they were cooking it and invited me over for breakfast. Goat and rice. First time I had ever eaten goat. It was good! But most of all, the hospitality was unforgettable.
There's goat grazing on open land right next to us and across the road from us. Haven't seen what they do with them. But I may ask the meat shop we sell fattened pigs to and see if they buy goat also. Maybe get some same day fresh goat in the future.