They are not goats.
They are pretty, pretty princesses who have fallen under the spell of an evil enchantress, and cursed to caprine form.
Things I learned today about
They are made of delicate spun sugar, and will surely melt if touched by vulgar raindrops.
Similarly, princesses can feel a
One does not touch a princess without permission. Permission is not forthcoming. One also does not turn one's back on a princess and walk away without being given leave. The princess will bleat most plaintively and stamp her foot if one is so indecorous to attempt this.
Anything growing close to the nasty dirty ground
Anything that has fallen, been dropped, or pulled down onto the nasty dirty ground
Anything that has been stomped with
Wholesome fresh goat feed coated in molasses
Fresh wood chips
Sawdust, as long as it is adhering to the side of the stall and not on the nasty dirty ground
Hay that I thought was only suitable as bedding hay, but what do I know
Russian olive (maybe)
Given these last two items, I can tolerate everything else about them.
Could they come along on SAR tasks, munching a swath ahead of us?