The crate from the big plastic tank is on trial as a livestock feeder. For the most part it works, that is except for Celia. Two or three times a day she gets stuck in it. She has no trouble getting her head inside, but does not remember to twist the horns to get back out and then yells for me to come and rescue her. Once liberated, she runs away as though it was MY fault, again. Oh Cecilia, you're breaking my heart!