When I originally gave thought to today's blog post, I imagined showing you signs of spring at our teeny tiny farm with the putting up of the windmill -- added bonus a donkey chewing me out --
and telling you Pippi is a sex fiend,
and showing you the Olympic mountain climbers.
But then yesterday happened. As you will guess as I tell the tale, there are no photos or video.
One of the next door horses managed to find his way into our driveway, twice. The second time he was right next to the donkey fence, munching grass.
culprit in the foreground -- on the correct side of the fence
After the horse was taken back home, I decided to sit out on the driveway with the donka beasts since it's too early to open the pasture -- I want the grass a bit taller. On the other hand, the driveway grass is halfway to lush.
My best guess is the donkeys were riled up by the visitor so as soon as I opened the small gate to the driveway, they took off.
Let me explain we have a strict pattern to be followed for this routine. First I open the gate to allow donkeys into the driveway, I follow with a chair and lunge whip. They start grazing within a few feet of the gate and I trundle down the drive where I park my chair and stand guard.
Well, that sure didn't happen.
All three took off down the driveway, kicking with excitement. I was sure they were headed for the road but thankfully they veered off into the wild field between the pasture and the road.
Without dragging out the details, I'll say I was able to get Rick, by then the donks had calmed down and we drove them back to the gate. Let me add it was during the hullabaloo I discovered a dead spot in my phone service - right where I was standing by the donks in the field. Of course!
Perhaps I'll try again in a few days when I have time to sit with them.
And everyone remains calm...
