Rose. She has been kicked by donkeys three times, raked her stomach over barbed wire, been butted by rams, run over by an ATV, hit twice by cards, run over by sheep, defied by goats.
  She got home, and raced to the gate to go to work. She’s got some staples in her back, which will come out in a week or so. In the meantime, we’ll try and take it easy. She came into the barn with me, but I wouldn’t let her go move the sheep (who ought not be moved anyway, as they are possibly pregnant).