I have to be honest. There seems to be very little to report.
Donkeys are not happy with me. The gate to the pasture is closed and will remain so until the new spring grass is about six inches high. Then they'll be allowed in for an hour or so, building up time over a couple of weeks. But why you ask. New grass is full of sugar so they have to become acclimated slowly. And believe me I'm getting dirty looks. So they're getting small portions of Equine Senior a few times a week just to make them think they're in charge.
I do think with this abnormally warm weather, the pasture may be opening sooner than we're all used to.
Also just to appease the beasts, I'm starting the brushing routine (not even close to shedding time). These donkeys adore to be brushed. They will queue up and ignore a meal to get brushed. And after their turn get in line again.
.Here's Lake Luigi after a very heavy rainfall. Probably bigger than normal.
Now here's something I don't see often.
Spice spied something in the woods that was a mystery to me and stood watch for several minutes. If you recall, Luigi was the vigilant watcher and listener for the herd. He'd check out a strange sight or sound while the girls paid no attention. Interesting for Spice to be a sentinel.
I thought it would be only fair to the two-legged girls that I start showcasing individuals. They agreed.
So although it's kind of a lousy photo, let's start with Fluffy aka Floof.
Fluffy came to our house in September 2024 when she was three years old. I think you can do the math. At this point all of our 10 girls are past their egg laying prime, if that's how one chooses to designate them. But at least some of them are laying strong and, knock on wood, they're healthy.
Here I'm rounding them up from free range time and can hardly move because it's now treat time. And they know this deep in their little brains.
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