A year ago I never would have thought that the quality of our field pasture would be a hot topic of conversation. The fact of the matter is it's looking a tad poorly. Rick brushhogged it last weekend, but it may take another year or more of that treatment to allow the grass to overtake the weeds. As for now, the weeds are winning.
So, the donks get turned out in the pasture to scavenge what grass they can for 4-5 hours and then, on days when I'm able, I let them out of the gated-area completely so they can get some decent grass for an hour or so. Means babysitting them though to make sure they don't wander.
Problem is they're pistols to round back up. Today Rick and I cajoled dear Gabby with cookies, shoves and pulls into joining up with Franny back in the donkey yard. But those feet were planted with utter determination. Finally she was convinced and all three devils were back inside.
By the way, Dudley is useless as a donkey herder. Just stands there and let's us do all the work!