(A bit late, but it was a busy day)
The tool of the day is definitely the Double K Model 401 Belt Mounted Variable Speed Clipper with 6 foot flex-shaft drive.
So, one by one, each goes up on the stand, into the stanchion, and starts complaining and fidgeting as I get the clippers going. I've tried doing it with a hand-held clipper, but the extra power of the Mod. 401 is wonderful. Mow up the back, then along the sides, up the legs, up the neck and around the head; wrestle and fuss and struggle while clipping the face and noggin; kick and complain while doing the legs and escutcheon and tail. Trim, trim, trim, trim--and while I'm at it, trim their hooves, give the a copper bolus, and dose them with anti-louse. The whole process, for one goat, takes just under an hour, leaving the goat upset and spick and span, and leaving me covered in itchy goat trimmings--the hair is stiff enough that it can penetrate my skin and act like a fiberglass splinter. I can do three goats before running inside to change my shirt or take a shower. (If I were more Orthodox about my Judaism, part of my morning ritual would be to thank the divine that I am not a woman; as it is, I am thankful that I don't wear a bra.)
Clipping is nobody's favorite chore. The goats don't recognize each other right away, so they are busy re-establishing their hierarchies. There is much complaining, still, but at least they are cooler and easier to look at, and they won't be bothered until next summer.