Extinct:
"The goatherd came up the street blowing his pipes
and a woman who lived on the floor above us came out
on the sidewalk with a big pot. The goatherd chose one
of the heavy-bagged, black milk-goats and milked her
into the pot while his dog pushed the others onto the
sidewalk. The goats looked around, turning their necks
like sight-seers. The goat-herd took the money from
the woman and thanked her and went up the street
piping and the dog herded the goats on ahead,
their horns bobbing."
--Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast