Annie threw a FIT. I took away her food twice and finally took it away altogether and put her back home. Maybe by morning, she'll want grain bad enough to let us milk her. It was very frustrating--she had been getting better. And my knee is never going to be the same...I think I twist it at an odd angle when I hold Annie's leg up so that P can milk her--and well, it's a bit off now. At least I have two of them, knees that is. One to spare.