Boer means “farmer” in the Afrikaners language. It might as well mean meat walking. Sadly the reason people eat them is because they are so artificially selected for and now adept at growing and utilizing muscles.
I do not eat my Boers, even though I often wish I could. However they are much too valuable to eat. Still, this is not a breed for amateurs, and keeping another breed alive long enough to crossbreed is even harder. If a Nubian kid happens to eat a kernel of grain a Boer matriarch called dibs on yesterday, she will run that kid over to get that grain Kernel.
Congratulations, you like I decide to ignore all warnings and breed Boers anyway. Your first moonshot will be containing them. If you build a six foot fence and wrap your land in it be prepared for Boer matriarch to send its whole family out at dawn every day to test every inch of tour fence, until a member of the posse finds the weakest part then before you have your first sip of coffee all will have escaped.
Here’s how. Once a Boer surveyor team identifies a point they can leap, they will each leap 7 feet over the spot from a standing position unless a live wire is in their path. Whenever your neighbor alerts you, be prepared to drag each back kicking and fighting like a bull.
Boers dominate whatever environment they encounter, which is why I like them. They are the bacteria of the goat world. They adapt, survive, and outcompete in any environment. I fully expect Boer goats will colonize Mars long before genus Homo.