This morning when I walked in the shed for the big clean-up, they had had a pee party. Every piece of bedding was soaked.
Other times they've enjoyed:
- throw-the-feed-bowls-around party
- poop party
- let's-try-to-eat-all-the-stored-hay party
Some mornings its amusing and I laugh (with them, not at them mind you) and then there are the other mornings.
And yet, I'm never invited. Three rude little donkeys.