Heat Wave #1 Over

 The heat wave has passed in our nook of Michigan and the animals are celebrating.  Although the donkeys are cursing the flies.

We installed this bird house years ago and we didn't think it had gotten much use.  Until recently.  I saw mom or dad flying to and from with food and standing beneath heard chirping.  But I'm afraid what may have happened to those little babies in the heat.

Just before the big heat wave I mowed the pasture - trying to keep the weeds under control and, the dainty three will not eat the grass when it's long.  While mowing, the donks would charge around from the pasture to the yard, with the chickens free range.  My theory is Mitzi may have gotten injured in one of the donkey runarounds.  After the mowing I found her huddled in the barn, unable to stand.

she's fine here, just pecking around

She's been convalescing in the basement for a bit over a week.  And we're definitely seeing improvement.  Through my worry for her I did find a chicken vet closer than an hour away so am/was ready for a visit if need be.

If you remember, a year ago Ethel was attacked by a hawk, had mobility issues, and we did the same thing.  She's fine and dandy now.

In the brutal heat, donkeys like to eat in the barn in front of the fan - also helps keep the flies away.  And it's always, I repeat always in the same positioning.

   top to bottom:  Sugar, Spice, Gabby

Apparently it's written in the secret donkey manual, kept hidden from me.

Lastly we have a bumper crop of wild milkweed.  It has sprouted up everywhere and the bees are feasting.

 

Donkey Time

 Feeling a wee bit under the weather tonight so will keep this short, but ever so sweet.

Donkey sweet.

My favorite part of the day with the donks is morning.  Everyone is calm, the donks haven't started harassing each other yet, the flies aren't vicious.  It's just peaceful.

You can see Spice's bangs haven't shed out yet.  I've actually had to cut hers so she can see out of both eyes.  (Remember your mom cutting bangs for school photos?)

On the other hand, my favorite part of the day with the clucks is "coming in from free range" time.  They come running when they see me, or are already waiting at the gate.  They're well aware treats will be coming soon and we all stroll together over to the coop.  Sometimes with me tripping over hens.

Will try to make the next post longer.
Thank you, dear readers, for understanding.

Donkeys - The Good, The Bad, and The Cute

There are days when the donkeys are cooperative and we're all getting along swimmingly..

As you know when I'm doing morning chores, I let the donks wander the "compound" - the fenced in area surrounding the house.  The "good" donkeys above came (pretty much) when called into the donkey yard for breakfast.

But there have been recent days when I call and call and call and then call some more.  And three donkeys do not come.  Are they in the woods, are they down by the house, are they in the garage.  I have to go on my own walkabout to find them and am not particularly pleased with the beasts.
So the audio in the next video will show me as the angry "mom" I sometimes am.

And finally we have the cute donkeys.  Gabby is singing the plaintive song  begging for Equine Senior.
Happens every time I go toward the container.

 

Runaway Donkey Hooligans

 I mentioned in the last short post the donkeys had gotten loose and came perilously close to a high speed road.  Of course it was mostly my fault.

I had come home, opened the gate on the driveway, drove through, and parked the car by the horse trailer as we were going to unload some hay to put in the barn.  Well guess what.  I forgot to close the gate.  I must have opened the donkey gate and there we go.  Instead of wandering the grass toward the house, they immediately started down the driveway toward the road.

 This is not footage from that day (clearly) but gives you a view of the gates and the driveway escape route.

Rick and I tried to follow them calmly and I tried to entice them with the promise of cookies (they are well acquainted with the word).  But nothin' doin'.  On they run.

So now they're on our dirt road and instead of heading toward grass in a neighbor's yard, they choose to barrel  toward the 50 mph road where idiots treat it as a 2-lane expressway, just beyond the car in the photo below.   

 Gabby stopped short, about where the cranes are and started grazing.  Rick and I split up - I veered toward Gabs and he went further on toward Sugar and Spice.  I was sure at this point they were goners.  After much cajoling  I got Gabby to our driveway and finally beyond the gate, then went to join Rick.  That was a bit trickier.  He had rounded them up closer to home but they were having a bit too much fun.  Closer to our driveway they came and then a truck comes down the road.  I'm in the middle of the road and am putting my hand out to STOP.  Didn't pay any attention so I did it again forcefully and am yelling "stop!!!"  He did, but no offer of help and at the first chance drove off.

Getting donkeys closer and another damn truck comes from the opposite direction.  That kind gentleman stopped, blocked the road with his truck and got out to help.  Thank you sir!!  Moments later we get Sugar and Spice headed down our drive.

It took a couple of hours for my adrenaline to stop surging.  And guess what day it was -- Mother's Day.  Wouldn't you know.

The angels.

Donkey Lips Are the Best

 Hey reader gang,

Apologies but I'm just too darned pooped tonight to put together a robust blog post.  It's been a week.  

Lost Peggy Sue yesterday after some home treatment, donkeys got loose last week and trotted merrily toward the 50mph road not far from our house.  Plus all the everyday trials and tribulations of normal life.

I'll fill you in on all the details soon, but I'll leave you with my new favorite video.

Gabby begging for another cookie, please!

  

Donkey Pasture Open For Business

Amazingly I opened the donkey pasture for business last week.  In the 16 years I've had donks, I've never opened it in April.  Three mini donkeys were sooo happy.

And yet, after I called them in, Sugar had the gall to ask me for Equine Senior.  After being out on spring grass for an hour.  I had to have words with her.

 Yesterday was a typical calm Sunday morning.  Water flowing into the water trough,

donkeys softly munching,

And then there was Henri.

Some of our chickens roost overnight on the shelf atop nesting boxes.  We put newspaper on top weighted by glass jars for easy clean up in the mornings.  While I'm cleaning, I put the jars in an  nesting box.  Henri thought it the best cozy place to cuddle up in.  Briefly.  What a knucklehead.

 'Til next time...

The adventures continue.

Donkeys Are NOT Happy

 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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