Add to those issues my current knee situation... and you hear a heavy sigh.
The dadblasted thing went bonkers Saturday evening for no apparent reason and mobility has been an issue since. Thankfully I see daily improvement, but in microscopic increments. So, my patience has been short, extremely short. (thank goodness I have a little Honda scooter to zoom out to donks and clucks as the bike is out of the question right now)
That depleted patience views donkey insistence that they're starving 24/7 with a short fuse.
Because Luigi and Gabariella came out of the winter underweight, for the past two to three months they've been receiving double their normal rations plus some extra supplements which they regard as treats. But I am greeted continually with their ear-shattering communication that it's not enough.
And their increasingly daring attacks upon the grain can stopped being amusing quite a while ago. I can be inches away and they are at their tricks.
You can observe the sequence, while I'm standing right in front of Luigi.
These are intelligent beings, but bloody hell I don't know how to train them to stay away.
Verbal persuasion doesn't work, physical threats don't work.
It's very inconvenient to close the door behind me while getting hay then turn around with an armful to unlatch the door.
What to do!!
So, I'm irritated with the donks, the donks are irritated with me, and the flies. Who knows with whom the flies are irritated.