Monday, July 11, 2016

Alice, Donkey Power

It's been a heck of a week.
One of my whacked out knees got even more whacked out and I've been babying it with ice, rest, a knee brace, more ice, anti-inflamatories, more rest.
Finally I see some progress.

Rick has been mostly tending to the donks and clucks, except in the mornings.  I refused to relinquish that lovely time of day; it's my favorite time to commune with the bunch.  Feeding, spraying fly repellent, even cleaning up manure with more than enough help from the chickens.  Its all good.

As a result of all this inaction I must rely on a small story I've wanted to relay for a couple of weeks now.
Dear Alice.

I've mentioned before that she gets soaked beet pulp in the  mornings.  When we first started this routine, and for a few weeks, I had to trek over, interrupt her breakfast of hay,  throw a lead line over her neck and coerce her to come to the shed for her "treat".  Then, it got so I could just call her and after five or six repeats of "Alice, Alice-badallas", she'd saunter over to the shed.

Now, dear Alice, tells me when its time for beet pulp and oh yes, let's me know she's ready.  Sometimes its understated and she'll just hang out in the shed staring at the bowl and sometimes it's a little more vocal reminder.  "Where is it!"  And when she sounds the call, I'm well trained, stop what I'm doing and get her beet pulp.

  Dear little Alice

4 comments:

  1. Animals soon pick up their routines (and our routines). Even the chickens have me wrapped around their little toes. They let me know in no uncertain terms when it's treat time and when it's playing out time (demolishing the garden time). I let my cats out after work and they know it's their turn next to be let out of their run - shouting and pacing up and down until their gate is opened. Love the photo of Alice and totally agree with you that early morning chores (I mean early morning care of my chickens) is my favourite time of day. Do hope your knee feels better soon. Kind regards, Louise S, Cheshire UK.

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  2. Knees are troublesome devils, I suffer from a bad one myself, and the Mr. is hobbling around as I speak, a little too much digging and now a week of pain.
    My daughter's donkeys demand vanilla wafers :)
    And let her know if she forgets them !
    ~Jo

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    1. Vanilla wafers, indeed! She's got a gourmet crew. :)

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