Donkeys


If one of us has something the other wants – which is generally everything, even if it’s something as simple as a stick… the other’s gotta have it too.

Opposite to Bernard’s often childlike indifference to (or need to eat) the camera, Ellsworth seems to have a constant, yet gentle curiosity each time someone is out taking pictures.

Yes, Mom is obsessed with eyes. She just loves them.  

Ellsworth

 

Enzi

Like a typical 18 month old, it seems that Bernard never stops moving. Ever.

Bernard is often called a goober. It’s obvious why.

Bernard, please give your father his gloves back.

Here, try on Dad’s hat.

Dang, I look downright cute, don’t I?

Alright boys.

Mom, Dad and Aunt Linda went to a driving clinic yesterday. Not driving as in cars, but driving as in donkeys, horses and mules.

Mom especially liked this donkey:

And this Belgian draft mule team:

As always, Mom says that  Aunt Linda is donkey whisperer. There wasn’t a single equine that she didn’t stop to converse with.

We’re constantly giving assurance to one another. 

It’s just harder for some of us than others.

 

 

 

Dad had the door to the tack room open on Saturday. Ellsworth was intrigued.

 

Attempted communications failed and Ellsworth became frustrated.

This doorknob has the personality of a stapler.

Bernard, stop laughing at me.

Oh the drama…  this scene plays out every evening as Mom and Dad are preparing our little treat of sweet feed.

Ellsworth’s mane is growing out. It looks like he’s sportin’ a mohawk.

 

Bernard on a rainy day.

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