Oh, food mardy most certainly exists. My ex used to say he would look at me and try to decide if I needed pushing off a bridge, or just feeding!
Since we're using the word, Ellie, my milking goat is being seriously mardy today. She bashed me when I went to speak to her as i came in from shopping (I had my bright, clean- smelling coat on which she really doesn't like
) and she keeps bashing Rowan (her goatling). Grumpy guts