We had useless hope that Bill would forego his chase-down initiation for a girl but evidence this morning suggests not. He's already doing his sour faced, charge-the-fence BS. She squeals in defence, even when 20 feet away. She didn't give two hoots when the boys took off into the bush after dark last night. Just walked around her corral, casually grazing. I'm happy to find her engergy soft and peaceful.
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