Yesterday, both Alys and Pansy were just standing around, panting. Given that the simile is a 9-months-pregnant woman wearing a fur coat in 70 degree weather, I can't blame them. And Alys was irritable enough that she had more than half of the big-goat side of the barn to herself. Even Scout was leaving her alone, and he's been quite the pushy goat lately.
Betty is getting a little more social with me. She will still run if I move toward her, but if I'm in the barn and I stand still, she'll come up to nibble my hand. I have hope that Pansy's upcoming confinement will help calm her down about me, but it depends on how much I have to do with/for her as a teenage mom.
I keep mistaking Taffy for her mom until I can see their full shapes. Ginger is definitely bigger and more pregnant, but just glancing at the hair or only a part of her head, I can't tell the difference in bad light. Which is kinda cool for Taffy, actually. Pretty girl!