So, look what fell out of our new donk-a-donk during the storm!
A baby boy!
I named him Hunter, after the full moon the night he was born.
(If it had been a girl, I would have named her Stormy.)
Here he is a little less than 2 hours old.
So, of course, Mama chose the bottom end of the pasture to have Hunter, and they caused quite a stir with traffic stopping to ooh! and ahhh! and take pics.
Can't imagine why. Those legs.....that fuzz.....those EYES!
Though I wonder if donkeys ever get tired of the "Nice ass!" joke......... ;)
But, cute factor aside, it was really time to move to the upper pasture.
Well, you know what they say:
A baby boy!
I named him Hunter, after the full moon the night he was born.
(If it had been a girl, I would have named her Stormy.)
Here he is a little less than 2 hours old.
So, of course, Mama chose the bottom end of the pasture to have Hunter, and they caused quite a stir with traffic stopping to ooh! and ahhh! and take pics.
Can't imagine why. Those legs.....that fuzz.....those EYES!
Though I wonder if donkeys ever get tired of the "Nice ass!" joke......... ;)
But, cute factor aside, it was really time to move to the upper pasture.
Well, you know what they say:
"If the donk-a-donk won't GO to the upper pasture.....bring the donk-a-donk TO the upper pasture!"
Mama Donk didn't want to have any part of being led to the upper pasture today, so........
Farmer decided to do it THIS way! :)
Mama followed right along!
Now both are snug as donks in a, well......upper pasture!
And, bonus!
I'll now be able to play Sancho Panza at a moments notice.......
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to kiss my ass!
xoxo
