Spotting a little extra room on the chaise, Aspen jumped up and claimed it. Acorn nudged her but then stood as close to me as possible and chewed her cud, content with that position. Interestingly, Acorn is our Herd Queen. She could have made Aspen move, and if it had been Cedar or Summer, she would have. But Acorn adopted Aspen when I brought her home as a one week old bottle baby. Aspen cried out, missing her mama, and Acorn who was pregnant at the time, answered back. From then on Acorn defended Aspen, let her eat from under her, and never pushed her. So as the Herd Queen’s daughter, Aspen enjoys many privileges, including choice seating.