The girls are beginning to learn our ways. Manners is one thing I mind about. I hate bad mannered animals. They are getting better about this – like respecting my space, eating nicely and absolutely no barging or pushing. I have taught them the word “back, back” and, to some extent, they have learned I mean it.
They are absolutely not allowed in the feed shed. Everyone must wait outside. One foot on the door frame results in being growled at (by me) and two feet results in being flapped on the nose with my glove . It is almost more than Edna (the old one) can do but she is learning. However, she, and Madge, are obssessed with food. It is their reason to live. Nothing else. I guess if you have been starved, then it is inevitable and hopefully, as they realise there is food readily available if you don’t push, barge or nag, they will relax more into our routine.
This is patient waiting and this gets barley rings.
They are filling out nicely now.
Madge is still nervous but will walk towards me and take a biscuit. She is thinking all the time and is a worrier.
I am hoping, as they get healthier and fatter, that the goob around their eyes, which is welded on (believe me, I have tried) will fall off. It is a secretion from the infraorbital (preorbital) pouch.
The Boyzens are being nicer to them too. ‘Bert is best friends with the girls because he reckons where they are, food may also show up. He also loves their mineral lick. Ever the blagger.
And as for names….. well at the moment they are Edna (as in Dame Edna Everage) and Madge (her silent sidekick, Madge Allsop), though this is not written in stone and all suggestions are appreciated and will be considered.
I am pleased with the girls. They are learning our ways and no longer walk into the house/feed shed (very little difference these days) unasked.
The power of the ginger biscuit is mighty!