Esther hasn't bitten in anger in awhile now, at most she just gently squeeze my fingers, perhaps dreaming of oats that are there on occasion
Ed goose and I have an elaborate form of greeting and bonding; honks (sigh, low, high), head bobbing, and other various attempts at mimicry. He still throw his head back and go woo-ooh-woooo with me
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