No heehaws at 7 am signalled alarm calls to me. The donkeys were nowhere in sight and all I had was a dead hen in the poulailler, Black Peck is no more. She died never having laid an egg other than 3 pigeon sized ones. We know she has always been a sick hen, nothing contagious and her pal Penny continues in her dotage ( past egg laying)
Malc went with the dogs looking for the donkeys and when we arrived back home from different directions after searching, he told me the dogs had run off.
At this point a neighbour arrived to take some photos of our location, saying "what a great day!!"
(I will tell you about the photos another time.)
Bonny then came racing home and Twister limped back, so one good result.
Two and a half hours later Julie who owns two donkeys woke up to listen to her answerphone and said she would come and join the search.
I had been down the slippery steep slope in the woods to see where donkeys might be, another break in the fence was obvious... but no donkeys responded to my shouts as they normally do.
Back on the lane came a car with an elderly driver who said " follow me Madame, 4 donkeys are at Lez"
I had to get Malc, who in turn had to phone Julia. Me walking 4 donkeys back, over two crossroads and quite a distance did not appeal.
We arrived in the village to create many photo opportunities, people like donkeys. The donkeys had found an apple tree and were gorging on the windfall apples. They meekly put on their licols / bridles, gave a few swishes of tails and smiled at the cameras before setting home. We left with villagers saying "what sweet, gentle donkeys" ringing in their big donkey ears and so we bade a farewell to all at Lez
I am exhausted and you, you may be fed up of donkey tails / tales but you are not the only one.
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