My now eight-year-old granddaughter Stasia is back at the ranch for the early part of summer and, after a bike trip—she's becoming a master of two wheels!—we opted for a longer jaunt home to see some of the sights, which, of course, included a look at various farms. Along the edge of one locale, we spotted a group of goats in the process of doing some sight-seeing of their own. Stasia was happy to stop and get out of the truck to enjoy the critters, but no sooner had we pulled off the road than the goats opted to return to their field, gather together, and watch us watching them. If they harbored any guilt about jumping over the fence, I failed to see any sign of it.