After the football game on Sunday afternoon, Don and I parked our camp chairs out in the pasture so we could spend time with the boys.

While Fergus and Nigel were right there with us, their preference is still not to get too close when we’re sitting in chairs. 

However, because it was Don’s birthday, Bernard and Ellsworth were in a celebratory mood.

There were lots of hugs…

…high fives…

…cheers…

…and the customary shenanigans.

 All in all, it was a beautiful afternoon…

 …with beautiful boys…

…Fergus and Nigel included. ♥

We just wrapped up a wonderful visit with Don’s sister, Debbie, and her boyfriend, Derek. Great family, great food and great fun made for a fantastic couple of days.

Debbie was smitten with Nigel, and Nigel with Debbie.

They spent a lot of time together, which was wonderful for Nigel.

Not to worry, though. There was plenty of love, attention and affection for everyone.

Ellsworth and his Aunt Debbie shared some laughs.

Debbie was so at ease with the boys. They knew they had it good with her here visiting. She’s a beautiful person, inside and out.

Just look at the smile on Ellsworth’s face.

His ears are another pretty good indicator of his happiness.

There aren’t too many things better in Ellsworth’s book than a good ear scratch.

Thank you, Aunt Debbie.

Bernard gave out lots of hugs…

… and had fun playing his donkey games with Derek.

It warmed my heart to see Fergus showing affection to both Debbie…

… and Derek. Fergus has come such a long way in such a short amount of time.

By the way, Derek is a phenomenal chef, a masterful bartender and an incredibly fun person to be with.

Before they left for the airport, Derek and Debbie presented us with this process flow map for dog barking at Morning Bray Farm. It’s spot on. ♥

When you last saw Bernard, he was mulling things over.

Because he was in a playful mood, he was contemplating what to do next. The sure sign that Bernard is in a playful mood is ears pinned back.

Another sure sign is donkey stink eye.

If he makes his ears disappear completely, you can be really sure he’s in a playful mood.

Stirring up the dirt is fun.

Look at how cute his nose is… covered with dirt.

Aggravating his brothers is great fun.

Even Fergus isn’t immune to Bernard’s antics.

Neither am I.

So much fun makes a donkey boy tired. Drop and roll is an excellent relaxation technique.

So is showing the world how incredibly cute and adorable he is.

Still LOVE the curled feet.

His ten-second power nap allowed me to take an aww photo. I’m not kidding about the ten seconds.

Like any two-year old, Bernard loves to draw. I’m not kidding about this either. He loves to pick up sticks and drag them around the corral. I think this is more to hear the sound of the stick dragging on the ground… same principle as the poop rake dragging the ground.

Right about now is when Bernard paused to mull things over yesterday. After contemplating for at least 30 seconds, he turned to me to ask, “Mamma, am I cute?”

Me: Of course you are, Bernard. Everyone knows you’re the cutest ass in the universe.  ♥

Fergus’s eyes are so soft and fluid.

So doe-like, so beautiful.

Fergus’s BLM freeze mark. Also tattooed on my left shoulder, along with Nigel’s freeze mark. ♥

Fergus’s leg stripes.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s a good thing Carson loves the boys, because they sure do love her. There was practically a riot here when she showed up yesterday morning.

Carson had the honor of being the third two-legged to touch Nigel. We think that’s quite appropriate because if she hadn’t come into our lives, our beloved boys probably wouldn’t have either.

Carson was there with us on day one for Ellsworth. It appears he hasn’t forgotten that.

Once the ruckus quieted down, Carson was able to spend some time with Nigel. Pretty cool.

For Don and me… one of the highlights of our day… fresh eggs from 7MSN.

And wait, there’s more. In true Carson fashion (this lady never does anything half-assed), look at the 7MSN egg carton.  Morning Bray Farm officially has the coolest egg carton ever in our refrigerator. Ever. ♥

9/24 Note from Carson: Click here for the source of the egg cartons – they come with label sheets and the vendor also has a Word template for the labels that you can download.

If anyone ever tells you donkeys can’t tell time, be assured they don’t know what they’re talking about. Every evening, right about 5:30 or so, the drama begins. If you didn’t know better, you’d think the boys were starving and hadn’t been fed for three days. It usually goes something like this:

Bernard thinks flaring his nostrils and sucking in his breath makes him look super skinny.

Ellsworth prefers to play the sympathy card.

Ellsworth: Oh mamma, I’m so hungry I can’t hold my head up.

Ellsworth: Bernard, let’s try puppy-dog eyes and see if that works tonight.

Ellsworth: I wish Carolynn was here. I bet she’d feed me right now.

Nigel and Fergus: Oh my gawd. Can you believe these clowns? Do they have no shame?

Bernard: Heck no, I have no shame! Look mamma, I’m flaring my nostrils again! I’m so hungry and skinny.

Ellsworth: Mamma, we need sweet feed, stat! I’m just going to pass out this instant!

Me: Oh, Ellsworth. I love you, my angel. You do save the drama for your mamma. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

He’s been coming very close to doing it for the last few days, and he finally did. Honest to goodness, Fergus just brayed for the very first time and woke me out of a dead sleep… at 4:16 a.m. Mountain time. I know it was Fergus because it wasn’t two-part; there was no hee with the haw. It was more of a “whaaw, whaaw, whaaw…”   And, needless to say, very loud.

With that said, I’m going to make a wish and go back to bed. ♥

Known commonly as the jackass, this long-eared little creature is respected throughout the southwest – roundly cursed yet respected – and here he is usually referred to by his Spanish name, burro. Because of his extraordinary bray, he is sometimes ironically called the “Arizona Nightingale.”

-Arizona state administration, U.S. public relief program (1935-1943)