Between my overgenerous grain distribution and CK's hay delivery on Monday, the baby girls have so much food in their bowls and hayrick that I didn't need to give them anything more yesterday or today. If there is still grain left tomorrow, I'm giving it to the big girls so that we can start over. Talla needs to get used to coming to the sound of the grain bucket.
Feeding the big boys is an exercise in moving obsticle courses. Ok, they are stinky moving obsticles. And watch out for those horns!