They're full grown, you know. So they really are little dears.
They have hairy chins, and I guess I feel a certain familiarity with them on this point.
Nothing seems to get them down... not for good.
They love to be brushed and pet, and scratched affectionately on their cheeks, along the jaw, beneath their ears.
Goats have horizontal, slit-shaped pupils, an adaptation which increases peripheral depth perception. Because goats' irises are usually pale, their contrasting pupils are much more noticeable than in animals such as cattle, deer, most horses and many sheep, whose similarly horizontal pupils blend into a dark iris and sclera. Thank you, Wikipedia.
Goats are not grazers, like sheep and cows. They are more like deer, browsing for leaves, vines, and even peeling the bark off trees.
Best of all, in my humble opinion, Ada and Tasha seem to know that life is beautiful, that play is marvelous, and there's no reason you shouldn't dance... with, or without, music playing. They just seem to rise above worry and fretting, happily frolicking forth into their days. And one more thing... they snuggle me, awkwardly, clumsily, and dearly. It makes me extremely happy.