Donkeys


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It was one year ago today that Bernard and Ellsworth made their world blogging debut.

Since then, we’re thankful that our herd has grown to include Fergus and Nigel. 

We’re so thankful every day for each of our four-legged children.  All 14 of them! We’re also incredibly thankful for the many wonderful new friends we’ve made this year because of this blog.

To celebrate one year and 311 posts, we’re having a contest. One lucky, randomly chosen winner will receive a Morning Bray Farm 100% cotton Hanes tagless t-shirt.

To enter our first anniversary contest, simply leave a comment on this post. The contest will close Wednesday at 7 p.m. (Mountain time) and we’ll announce the winner on Thursday. ♥

Each day at lunchtime, I cut one Granny Smith apple into 12 bite-sized pieces for the boys.

Not surprisingly, right about then is when the Apple Mob emerges.

Fergus (doing his best James Cagney impersonation):

You better give me another apple slice, see?

Fergus: I know you have another slice, you dirty rat.

Everyone else (in unison): Oh Fergus, give it up, would ya? ♥

In the days before the average churchgoer could read, medieval churches held theatrical spectacles based on scriptural history to impress religious truths upon their congregations. One of these pageants, originally known as the Festum Asinorum (Latin) or Fête de l’âne (French) and now as the Feast of the Ass, commemorates the Holy Family’s flight into Egypt. It was (and is occasionally even now) celebrated on January 14.

Charles du Fresne, sieur Du Cange (1610 – 1688), French philologist and historian, describes the French Medieval Feast of the Ass in his Glossary of Medieval and Late Latin (Paris, 1678). The pageant begins, Du Cange tells us, with a solemn procession through the streets of the city. The principal players are a beautiful girl cradling an infant in her arms and the splendidly decorated donkey on which she rides. The donkey and his burden are escorted to the city’s principal church and placed near the high altar. Then follows a special mass in which, in place of the usual responses (“amen”), the congregation brays like an ass.

At the conclusion of the Mass, the officiating priest brays three times instead of reciting the usual “Ite, Missa est”; in turn, instead of replying “Deo Gratias,” the congregation cries, “Hinham, hinham, hinham” (hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw).

Excerpted from Sue Weaver, The Donkey Companion (Storey Publishing, 2008).

Walking in from the pasture for dinner = A Happy Time 

A story that began with abuse and neglect and ended with the happiest of circumstances = A Happy Ending 

Click here to read Nicholas’s story.   ♥

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