Herbal Tug of War

After an Ober finished her bit of grain top-dressed with her herbal pregnancy mix,  I unlocked her from the milking stand and turned to open the door.  Too bad I forgot to move the herbal mix bag.  She had the edge of it in her mouth in about a split-second.  Trying to get it back from her was like trying to get drugs from a crack addict.  I won – barely. She gave me mournful bleats as I left with the tattered and ripped bag in hand.   She doesn’t see why she has to share with the others.

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