Such Gentle (but greedy) Creatures

It's a sit-by-the-fire-and-read lazy kind of day. I had to go out to the wood pile to replenish my supply and stopped to see the donkeys on the way. It's about 1:45 pm, not even close to dinner time. But Gabriella insisted (through her vocalizations) that a treat be included in the visit. So carrot pieces went to everyone. No snatching, no biting at fingers, just gentle nuzzling saying "Is it my turn now?". How could anyone resist?