Donkeys are deliriously happy. First cutting hay has arrived. Fresh and oh so green. It is positively lip smacking good.
And speaking of lip smacking, if it's summer it must be tabouli time. In our house there are certain dishes one only enjoys during certain seasons. Tabouli is one.
But wait. We don't prepare it in the traditional fashion with lots of parsley to be eaten as a salad. No no. It is stuffed into pocket bread (with your favorite condiment) and eaten as a sandwich.
From my 1978 Moosewood cookbook:
Throw in whatever veggies you have in the frig and you have a tasty summer dinner.
I've said it before (probably on many occasions) that the general public does not give chickens their due when it comes to intelligence and personality traits. My girls are chock full of personality and sometimes smarts. And, so you ask, who of the flock knows her name?
Without question Sweet Pea. But she's been with me seven years. And comes when called (well, when she feels like it).
Next, I think Fluffy knows her name. She has only lived here since August 2019, adopted from the Michigan Humane Society. No she doesn't come when called, but whenever she's around while I'm doing chores and I say her name, she immediately chats back. Every time.
The moral of the story -- don't shortchange the girls. They're talkative, like to help with chores, strongly bond to people, and best of all, are often hilarious.