The herd is much more attentive to my comings and goings in the pasture these days.
Hope springs eternal that it may be time to have their muzzles removed.
Me: Sorry, George. It's not time to take yours off; it's time to put Lucy's on.
Alan: My turn?
Lucy does not run in the other direction when she sees me coming with her grazing muzzle,
which makes no sense at all. She's such a good girl.
Lucy: Be right back. I need to get a drink first.
The muzzles do not impede their ability to drink...
but Fish has commented that the slurping noises are noticeably louder.