It was yesterday afternoon. A spring thunderstorm had just passed through, the sun was shining again. It was time for Harriet’s afternoon alfalfa cubes and I ventured down to the barn.
I was attempting to move one of the donkey feeders and let me tell you… it’s slicker than snot on these here hills after a good rain and, well, I fell flat on my face in the mud and manure.
I was shocked. And I laughed.
I don’t know why, but I took a picture with my phone. Maybe it’s because Don wasn’t here and I wanted to show him photographic proof of my rite of passage. The only thing is, I apparently don’t know how to take a proper selfie. Here’s what I got:
Yup, that’s my hand. Covered in mud and poop.
But look at this:
I laughed again when I saw it up close. My beautiful boy Ellsworth, worried about his mamma after she fell down.
How can you not love donkeys?
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