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.

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.

 

Bernard on a rainy day.

 

Mom’s trying to be artsy this morning.

 We’re feeling the love here at Morning Bray. Pleasantly overwhelmed, shocked and surprised sums up our feelings from all the visits and comments to our inaugural post yesterday.

Some of you remember me as the junkyard donkey. My cuts and scratches have all cleared up, I definitely don’t “bump” into things anymore and my mood has improved since being introduced to my new family. They can’t imagine life without me now.