Donkeys


To Lilla: You’re right!

When Carson and Lucy were here a couple of weeks ago, Bernard managed to get a hold of the bucket I had set out with water for Lucy.

Before Carson and Lucy left, I pointed out to Carson what Bernard loves doing with buckets. Carson’s reply was, “And you don’t have this on video, why?”

And so, friends, enjoy Bernard’s newly released video production… The Class Clown of Morning Bray Farm.

Do you recognize this beautiful donkey boy?

Can you believe it’s Patrick Patty Pat Pat?

If you remember him like this…

… it’s hard to believe this is him now, isn’t it?

We love him to pieces. Oh my, how we love him so.

He’s such a sweet, sweet boy and doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.

Patrick Patty Pat Pat has undergone an incredible transformation this summer.

Here he is the night in March he came to Morning Bray Farm.

We loved him right from the start, even if he did look like an Ewok.

And here he is later in March, after his first comb out. He hated looking like a cotton ball.

He’s been very patient with us while we’ve spent hours brushing him this summer. 

It’s amazing what five months of love can do, isn’t it?

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Each time we’ve brought someone new into the herd, it happens. It happened with Fergus and Nigel, with Patrick, and now with Gracie Belle. The Boyz shun the newcomer away from the feed tub, and sometimes, they can be downright mean about it.

I worry and fret, and Don reminds me they just need time to figure things out.

Gracie came to us on Thursday afternoon. She didn’t have the slightest interest in food on Friday. On Saturday, she finally started eating, and I was so relieved.

Last night, things were different. Instead of being relegated to the feed tub set out separately for her, Gracie managed to turn the tables on the Boyz and had four big, strong manly men eating out of a teensy, weensy tub.

Look who’s large and in charge now, Boyz.


Little Miss Gracie Belle. Yee-haw.

Last week, Lynette mentioned in a comment on this post that she’d like to look out through a fly mask to see what it’s like. She also asked if I’ve tried.

I don’t remember seeing fly masks on horses before moving to New Mexico. I’ll admit again that when I moved here, I was thoroughly confused about why people would put blindfolds on their horses to prevent them from seeing where they were going. After all, I figured if I couldn’t see the faces of horses who were wearing masks, they surely couldn’t see me.

That, Lynette, is why last summer, I had to look out through a fly mask to see what it’s like. After all, I had to balance the potential of blindfolding the Boyz versus protecting their eyes from biting flies before I put fly masks on them.

Turns out, fly masks aren’t blindfolds like I thought they were. Silly me.

If you haven’t had the opportunity to see what it looks like to peer out through a fly mask, this might help.

Here’s me looking at Ellsworth.

And here’s Ellsworth (and Nigel) through the “lens” of a fly mask.

Because fly masks are a tightly woven netting (keeps the flies out while allowing air to flow), wearing one  is kind of  like putting on a pair of sunglasses. Not bad at all.

Here’s Abigail the goat.

And here’s what Abigail looks like looking through a fly mask.

The cottonwoods out back.

And the cottonwoods through a fly mask. You can see in this picture that the fly mask was farther away from the camera lens than in the first two pictures (the farther away the mask, the more you can distinguish the netting).

The Boyz.

And the Boyz through a fly mask.

Thank goodness they can see. ♥

Ellsworth has a fairly accurate feelgoodometer.

His feelgoodometer is his upper lip.

The better the scritch…

… the more contorted his lip gets.

Ellsworth: Ah, that feels so good.  

♥ ♥ ♥

A hug from Bernard.

A goober face.

Geese. (GK, we’ll never look at them the same way again, either. ♥)

After Fergus died, I emailed our friends Stanley and Cindy at Lei Photography. Stanley and his wife Cindy last came out to visit the boys in March, just a week before Patrick’s arrival.  

My email to Stanley and Cindy explained that Fergus had died, and I asked if they had taken any pictures of him that Don and I hadn’t seen.  

Yesterday, we found out they had. And I smiled.

They had many pictures that made me smile.

Bernard’s never-ending supply of hugs…

…even for Stanley.

Bernard’s mischief.

And beautiful pictures of kissable, huggable Fergus.

Thank you, Stanley and Cindy. ♥

A couple of days before Fergus died, I started taking pictures for what I thought would be a funny post… something about breakfast, lunch and dinner, and how the Boyz thrive on routine.

Breakfast: July 13, 2011; 6:29 a.m.

Lunch: July 13; 11:51 a.m.

Dinner: July 13; 6:18 p.m.

For a couple of days, I documented each meal with a picture and noted the time. My plan was to continue for a week or so.

Breakfast: July 14; 6:09 a.m.

Lunch: July 14; 12:37 p.m.

Dinner: July 14; 5:46 p.m.

Little did I know at the time, this was the last picture I’d ever take of Fergus. You see, he was perfectly fine.

But, life goes on.

Last evening. July 20; 5:27 p.m.

It’s still very quiet here, and I continue to fight the urge to check on the Boyz every five minutes, night and day. For me, sleeping is hard… there’s a constant need to know they’re okay.

Our love for Nigel has increased a thousand fold and we’re spending as much time with him as we can.  

Because Bernard and Ellsworth often pair off, Nigel has spent a lot of time with Patrick the last few days.

It warmed my heart to see Nigel and Ellsworth playing together on Tuesday evening… and, importantly, the Boyz have been good about helping Nigel check for alligators in the water tub. To this day, Nigel will not drink from the water tub by himself. (If Fergus drank, Nigel drank. If Fergus peed, Nigel peed. If Fergus pooped, Nigel pooped. You get the idea.)  

Patrick seems the least phased by Fergus’s death. Bernard is returning to his normal goober self.

Ellsworth is taking Fergus’s death the hardest. He’s quiet and not himself. Don and Danni agree that as the herd leader, Ellsworth is very serious about keeping a watchful eye on all his “peeps.” To have one leave – suddenly and confusingly as Fergus did, is more than a little baffling to him. He’s getting extra hugs these days too.

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