I'm veering off from tales of the donkeys and pastures (pfffttt!!) to tell a small tale of Mr. Natural.
I had neglected the boy and needed to go to the horse barn to clean hooves, apply fly spray, feed treats and get a hug and kiss. He's been a pistol this summer (again) and plays the runaway game, especially on those hot-hot-hot days. I got there at just the right time -- before my dinner, but right after theirs. Horses were just hanging around, chatting each other up before retiring out to the pasture. Well, I approached Natural from the rear, without calling to him, and when I got up to within just a couple of feet, he turned and I swear, did a double take. "Where the heck did you come from?"