You saw yesterday I was a Happy Goat,
I had my food bin back to myself.
But it did not last long.
It seems I am doomed to share my grain.
At least I am related to these two.
Why can't you control these beasts?
ps: When the publicist came out to set up my pen for me today she turned over my feed bin and out ran a hen! It scared her half to death. The stupid bird got herself trapped under it somehow.
I'm not maaaaing. Bwahahahahaha