A goat would be delighted by a Norcross back lot in July, waist-high fescue gone to seed, briars threaded through the fence, something green climbing anything that stands still. The Hungry Goat handles it with blades rather than appetite, knocking down overgrowth, cutting a lot back to grass, then holding it there with a regular mow, edge and trim. Most yards do not need rescuing, only rhythm, and the maintenance route makes up the bulk of the week, same day, same finish, nothing left on the pavement. Autumn shifts the work toward leaves and clearing, and the lots go into winter neat. Nothing here stays cut on its own, and that is the entire business.