As long as there is no wind, out feeding the donkeys,chickens and barn cats first job on a morning is such a pleasure. The donkey buckets of water had a thin layer of ice which needed breaking, but that apart the grey skies were starting to change with swathes of blue appearing. The donkeys wait patiently for their buckets, all except Rosie who is a little sweetheart unless you are a donkey who tries to approach the first food bucket, then she flings her ears back and snorts and kicks turning like a spinning wheel. She has always been a naughty little number even as a foal, she is the one who sets up escapes, she would have been a great inmate of Colditz but would not have stayed long. I can see her RAF scarf around her neck giving the others the escape plans and then being the first to lead the way.
The two amorous donkeys Filou and Rosie have tired themselves out and the group are now happily sleeping together in the stable.
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| Filou looks on |
The stable and surrounding area of field needs the pooh piles cleaning today and I keep a rotation of well rotted manure piles, down to the most recent pile, great for the garden and the rotted pile is a great attraction to the hens who scrat through for worms till I chase them off. Worms being good for the rotting process and then the soil.
Not a life for everyone but it suits me and Malc down to the ground. ( well manured)
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| Waiting patiently, I cannot think of anyone who would not be pleased to greet this bunch every morning! |
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