Emma has not been doing well in the shag shack group. She's been steadily loosing weight from being picked on and pushed out of the food area. Rather than fail at my lesson from Penny, I pulled Emma out of that pasture and put her back in with the baby girls and Jessie. While Jessie will bite to defend her chosen bowl, Emma certainly can push the kid girls out of the next bowl over. Emma only got three weeks in with Ari, but I'm not terribly concerned if she doesn't kid this year. She has many years ahead of her.
Quite a while back, I moved the chicken coop in with the goats. This was great for chicken safety, reasonable for chicken care, and terrible for the actual coop. Goats are engineers. They are bored engineers. So far, they have completely destroyed the rain cover on the coop run. They also repeatedly took the metal pin out of the coop run door closure, so I replaced it with a wire that is tied onto the coop so it can't disappear. This morning, the goats had managed to take the back door off of the coop itself and pulled almost all of the bedding out. The reason I found this hysterical was that the goats took all of the bedding but left the eggs unharmed inside of the coop. The disgruntled chickens were safely inside their coop run, talking about it.