There's a certain rhythm to mornings with the donkeys. It's a seasonal rhythm. Winter mornings require cleaning out the shed where they spend much of their day. Spring brought a quicker, less thorough morning clean-up. No straw bedding meant most of the "piles" could be relegated to evening duties. I was just getting used to the new rhythm when Mother Nature pulled a fast one. This morning, the winter coat went back on and the morning involved cleaning out the shed and laying straw. I'll take spring back please.