Don made green beer and we toasted to Patrick.

Patrick became a member of the Save the Drama for Your Mamma Club.

We rejoiced at our first spring flowers.

And the boyz played and played and played. ♥

Patrick’s braying started at 1:30 a.m. Tuesday morning. He has an excellent set of lungs and begins his brays with an extremely high-pitched “WHEEEEEEEEEE!” followed by a bellowing “HAAAAAAAAAAAW!”  “HAAAAAAAAAAAW!”  “HAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

After this repeated four times over the next hour (every fifteen minutes or so), Don got out of bed, got dressed and went outside to sit in the corral with Patrick for a couple of hours. After Patrick brayed twice more, Don gave up and came inside.

Because we think Patrick was calling the boyz (he couldn’t see them or hear them because they had gone out to sleep in the pasture), we decided to physically introduce everyone on Tuesday evening to avoid a repeat performance of Patrick’s overnight serenade. 

Patrick’s first inclination was to check out the green Jolly Ball. His first toy?

Everyone was very interested in saying hello.

Bernard insisted on being the first to meet Patrick.

Fergus wanted to be next.

Nigel joined Fergus.

They were very curious and assertive, but never really tried to touch Patrick.

I think initially whether it was from humans or donkeys, Patrick didn’t know how to handle the attention he was receiving.

As soon as no one was paying attention to him, though, Patrick covertly tried to check things out.

Nigel was the most expressive about putting Patrick in his place.

Meanwhile, Ellsworth was promising Don that he would be on his best behavior.

Bernard, Fergus and Nigel came out and Ellsworth headed in.

Ellsworth was a perfect gentleman.

He was gentle. My heart soared.

Patrick was still nervous.

I think Ellsworth did his best to reassure Patrick.

I’m not sure if Ellsworth’s feelings were hurt, but here’s what he did next.

He went to Don.

Don reassured Ellsworth that Patrick would soon come around. Don’t worry, Worth.

What happened next amazed me. When Don opened the gate to let Ellsworth back into the main corral, Ellsworth pushed the gate open all the way.

It’s as if Ellsworth was saying, “It’s okay Dad. Patrick can come in now.”

 And Patrick came in.

And we all slept extremely well on Tuesday night.  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Patrick met his brothers yesterday evening.

I don’t think I could be more proud of Ellsworth. His behavior with Patrick was nothing like it was when we introduced Fergus and Nigel to Morning Bray Farm. 

The vet came to see Patrick yesterday morning and all is well. He’s a tad bit underweight, but we’ll fix that in no time. We’ll have the full story on the introductions tomorrow. Turns out I took over 400 pictures in less than an hour last night!

Thank you all for your incredibly kind and supportive comments over the last couple of days.  ♥♥♥

Washington’s Birthday is a federal holiday in America, celebrated on the third Monday of February in honor of George Washington, the first President of the United States. It is also commonly known as Presidents Day.

In 1783, George Washington retired to Mount Vernon, his 8,000-acre country estate 16 miles south of Washington, D.C., on the banks of the Potomac River. According to his adopted son and early biographer, George Washington Parke Custis, the former general “became convinced of the defective nature of the working animals employed in the agriculture of the southern States, and set about remedying the evil by the introduction of mules instead of horses, the mule being found to live longer, be less liable to disease, require less food, and in every respect to be more serviceable and economical than the horse in the agricultural labor of the southern States.”

To this end, Washington vowed to buy large jacks abroad to bring to Virginia to sire better mules. Instead, he was given two jacks – Royal Gift (an Andalusian jack) and Knight of Malta (a Maltese ass) – by foreign dignitaries King Charles III of Spain and Washington’s friend the Marquis de Lafayette. In less than 15 years Washington had 58 mules working at Mount Vernon.

A later biographer, Paul Leland Haworth, expounded on these remarkable gifts:

Washington, according to his own account, was the first American to attempt the raising of mules. Soon after the Revolution he asked our representative in Spain to ascertain whether it would be possible ‘to procure permission to extract a Jack ass of the best breed.’ At that time the exportation of these animals from Spain was forbidden by law, but Florida Blanca, the Spanish minister of state, brought the matter to the attention of the king, who in a fit of generosity proceeded to send the American hero two jacks and two jennets. One of the jacks died on the way over, but the other animals…arrived on the fifth of December, 1785.

According to careful measurements…[Royal Gift] was fifteen hands high, and his body and limbs were very large in proportion to his height; his ears were fourteen inches long, and his vocal cords were good. He was, however, a sluggish beast, and the sea voyage had affected him so unfavorably that for some time he was of little use. Ultimately, however, ‘Royal Gift’ recovered his strength and ambition and proved a valuable piece of property.

[Royal Gift] was presently sent on a tour of the South…No doubt the beast aroused great curiosity along the way among people who had never before set eyes upon such a creature. We can well believe that the cry, ‘General Washington’s jackass is coming!’ was always sufficient to attract a gaping crowd. And many would be the sage comments upon the animal’s voice and appearance.

In 1786 Lafayette sent Washington from the island of Malta another jack and two jennets…The new jack, the ‘Knight of Malta,’ as he was called, was a smaller beast than ‘Royal Gift,’ and his ears measured only twelve inches, but he was well formed and had the ferocity of a tiger. By crossing the two strains Washington ultimately obtained a jack called ‘Compound,’ who united in his person the size and strength of the ‘Gift’ with the courage and activity of the ‘Knight.’ The General also raised many mules, which he found to be good workers and more cheaply kept in condition than horses.

Henceforward the peaceful quiet of Mount Vernon was broken many times a day by sounds which, if not musical or mellifluous, were at least jubilant and joyous.

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

 

Albuquerque’s normal average high temperature for Groundhog Day is 51°F.  Our high temperature yesterday was 9 degrees.

The wind chill while we did chores last night was -16°F. Let me tell you, I forgot what cold feels like.

When the Canada geese hunker down, it’s cold.

This is what things looked like at Morning Bray Farm on Tuesday morning.

And this is what things looked like yesterday morning. We’re totally not used to having snow hang around. Cold.

Hence, I was in a complete panic yesterday morning when I saw the boys’ feet. (Carson, thanks for talking me off the ledge! )

Their hooves weren’t even touching the ground!

Try as we might, Don and I couldn’t pick the frozen hoof cakes out of the boys’ feet. And believe me, we tried.

The horrible hoof cakes were a result of the boys walking back and forth between the snow-covered pasture and the corral.

After we closed the gate to the pasture to prevent more accumulation, Don and I were able to pick the boys’ feet clean once things warmed up a bit (to 9 degrees).

This is a perfect example of how the horrible hoof cakes were made. See the layers of snow and corral dirt?

If we made it through last night, we’re golden. The forecast calls for 25°F today and 40°F on Friday. ♥

Last March, I listened in horror as our neighbor told me that she saw Bernard pick up a five gallon bucket and start beating Ellsworth with it.

Over the weekend, I had the pleasure of experiencing a Bernard bucket beating. Now I know how Ellsworth feels.

You see, Bernard is obsessed with buckets.

He loves picking them up.

And he’s a big fan of sharing.

What a sweet, thoughtful boy.

**B-O-N-K**   That was the sound of the bucket hitting me in the head.

Today is election day in America. Because I didn’t know, I figured now was the perfect time to look up why the donkey is the symbol of the Democratic political party in the minds of most Americans.    

It so happens that when Andrew Jackson ran for the presidency in 1828, his campaign slogan was “Let the people rule,” which caused his opponents to label him as a “jackass” for his populist platform. Jackson was not dismayed, but instead, embraced the donkey for its tenaciousness and used it on his campaign posters. Later, during Jackson’s term in the White House, he was widely depicted as a donkey for his legendary stubbornness.

The famous political cartoonist, Thomas Nast, is actually credited with making the donkey the recognized – yet unofficial – symbol of the Democratic Party in January 1870. Nast used a donkey as a symbol for the Dems in “A Live Jackass Kicking a Dead Lion” published in Harper’s Weekly to comment on Northern Democrats’ (nicknamed Copperheads) dealings with Edwin M. Stanton, Lincoln’s Secretary of War. 

The donkey stuck.

Suni’s middle name is Lou Who because she reminds us so much of Cindy Lou Who from Whoville.

Suni Lou Who loves to dream.

Fortunately for us, when Suni dreams about donkeys, we can consult the following notations from 10,000 Dream Interpretations, by Gustavus Hindman Miller (1901):

  • To dream of a donkey braying in your face denotes that you are about to be publicly insulted by a lewd and unscrupulous person.
  • If you hear distant braying filling space with melancholy, you will receive wealth and release from unpleasant bonds by the death of some person close to you.
  • If you see yourself riding on a donkey, you will visit foreign lands and make many explorations into places difficult of passage.
  • To see others riding donkeys denotes a meager inheritance for them and a toiling life.
  • To drive a donkey signifies that all your energies and pluck will be brought into play against a desperate effort on the part of enemies to overthrow you. If you are in love, evil women will cause you trouble.
  • If you are kicked by this little animal, it shows that you are carrying on illicit connections, from which you will suffer much anxiety from fear of betrayal.
  • To see children riding and driving donkeys signifies health and obedience for them.
  • If you lead one by a halter, you will be master of every situation, and lead women into your way of seeing things by flattery.
  • To fall or be thrown from one denotes ill luck and disappointment in secular affairs. Lovers will quarrel and separate.
  • To dream of drinking the milk of a donkey denotes that whimsical desires will be gratified, even to the displacement of important duties.
  • If you see in your dreams a strange donkey among your stock, or on your premises, you will inherit some valuable effects.
  • To dream of coming into the possession of a donkey by present, or buying, you will attain to enviable heights in the business or social world, and if single, will contract a congenial marriage.
  • To dream of a white donkey denotes an assured and lasting fortune, which will enable you to pursue the pleasures or studies that lie nearest your heart. ♥