Sometimes when one encounters resistant donkey behavior e.v.e.r.y single day, it's easy to lose a little patience. And one's (no names mentioned here) voice reflects it.
Usually when I open the gate in the morning to bring in the manure wheelbarrow I let the donks graze the grass in the area just beyond the gate. With all the rain nature has recently bestowed, it's nice and lush -- and oh so tasty. I accidentally discovered that the donks would come back in to their hay by voice command. When I start calling they kick up their heels and race in. Except the day I try to get it recorded. Of course.
And then there are the days they are not quite so cooperative and I use the stern voice.
I've also had to gather my patience with little Miss Sugar. Suddenly she has decided she does not want to be fly sprayed. The flies are at their peak right now and can eat a donkey leg raw so spraying is imperative. But I've grown tired of chasing the Sugar Booger round and round and it's not good for either of us on a hot and humid day. So I've turned to trickery.
The donks love love love getting brushed. They'll choose brushing over food. And squeeze in between me and the donkey I'm brushing to get another turn. So now I've learned to put down the fly spray bottle and pick up the brush and give Gabs and Spice and little once over. Then sweet talk Sugar over. When she's feeling nice and relaxed, bam I throw the lead line over her neck and hold the whipper snapper while the legs get thoroughly sprayed.