“Munch, munch munch!”
Aww, look at my good flock, all getting along, and peaceful, and nobody getting in trouble for once.
Wait a minute, what’s that over there…
“Mama says the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence!”
Holly… you are your mother’s child. Lady and her offspring have always had a predilection towards sticking their heads through every available gap. Fortunately, without horns Holly is less likely to get stuck than Certain Others I Could Name.
“I love you, Mama! Are you sure I can’t have any miilk?”
“I love you, too. And I’m sure.”
Will Scarlet is also his mama’s boy. In every sense of the phrase. Even though he’s bigger than she is. He keeps trying to casually insert himself between Lady and Holly, hoping nobody will notice. He’s not having much luck on that front.
“Hey! Will Scarlet, you stop trying to steal my milk! Meanie!”
It must be a displaced older sibling thing, because Nova did the same thing when Bran was born. Except members of her bloodline have a predilection towards Assertiveness with a capital ‘A’, so she was a lot less subtle about it. They were both a lot less subtle about it. There was a lot of pushing, shoving, and general squabbling in Bran’s early days as I remember.
If the worst drama going on today is some out-of-bounds grazing and low-key sibling rivalry, for my flock it still counts as a peaceful morning.