Even though the pasture is looking the best it has in three years (although there's plenty of room for improvement -- fewer weeds please), we're limiting donkey time to 4-5 hours a day. That means the buggers still get to chew on a flake of hay at breakfast and dinner.
So, tonight after I got home from work, I rode my bike out to the donk yard (with 2 dogs in tow) to drag them in from the pasture and throw their hay. And, spray those poor beleaguered little fly-bitten legs. I cranked up the fan we have in the shed to "high" and placed the hay in front of it. Luigi was hogging the full blast of air so Fran calmly found a spot to share and just stood there enjoying the breeze. Ahhh, a little relief...
