One of the manmade signs of spring at our house -- the windmill. It goes up in spring and gets put to bed for the winter. We've ended up having many of them over several years; the fabric deteriorates over time. Rick has patched them, but there comes a point I say no, it's time. Because the price has gone way up, last year I had to settle for a smaller version, but it still makes me smile every time I come down the driveway.
Yes, at the end you were witness to three crazy donkeys claiming starvation. Here they go into their posturing antics further.
I can hear you asking, "Janet, why can't you leave her there". Because of the dogs. She tends to do this in the mornings and when morning chores are completed and I return to the house, two stinky dogs are allowed out. I don't trust the dogs and Helen in mixed company.