Sometimes when I go out early morning for pet duties I am in an ethereal world. This morning as I closed the garden gate to walk in to the field the mist slowly slipped away although still lingering in the valley. There was a slight frost on the ground but not enough to frieze the donkeys water buckets. The sun appeared as I called for the donkeys, miles away in the adjacent field and the slow procession back to me started. Rosie then Lucy lead the way and by the time their little noses were tucked in their buckets, the morning was promising to be a good one.
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