Maggie is not impressed with the new additions to the embryonic goat herd at Rock HQ. In fact she has sulked and watched from a distance as Juliet, another armed version of the goat world and with an eye on the herd leader position, instantly challenged Maggie to a duel and much to every ones surprise put Maggie on her backside and ultimately in her place.
So Maggie the now deposed goat queen who has ruled Rock HQ since her mothers premature death is having to get used to the idea that she is no longer top dog of the herbivores that wander our domain. She hasn't taken this well and is currently sulking in the goat house while the new goats have the luxurious setting of Apollos stable as we wait for them to give birth.
I am developing similar feelings for the new goats, a distinct lack of amusement as Juliet shows every sign of imminent production of kids. So much so that we have had her on 3 hour watch, right through the night our alarm goes off and I dutifully get dressed and stagger bleary eyed out to the stable block only to discover the miracle of birth still hasn't taken place. She is doing all the right thing, has become more vocal, a bit bad tempered with her stall mates, white discharge from her bits, followed by red discharge, lots of stretching, lying down and licking of her sides but 48 hours on no little ones to reward her efforts and my lack of sleep.
Tonight I am not setting the alarm, I am going to sleep.
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