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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.  ♥

What a goober…

Work is taking me away for a couple of days to what is meant to be one of the most beautiful places in New Mexico… Georgia O’Keeffe country. I hope I’ll be able to bring back even an ounce of its beauty to share with you upon my return. ♥

Just about every evening as the sun starts to set, the boys come alive with play.

I think they relish the departure of the intense sun.

Sometimes they play in pairs.

Sometimes it’s all four.

Oh how they play.

And play.

Fergus and Nigel are making remarkable progress during their first few days at Morning Bray Farm. By Monday, Fergus was taking carrots and apple slices from my hand.

On Monday afternoon, he was coming to me out of curiosity. (Thank goodness I’ve since been able to remove his eye boogers.)

And let me touch him for the very first time.

On Tuesday afternoon, Fergus allowed Don to brush him.

And even permitted a hug. Nigel is still never far from Fergus.

It was also Tuesday when Nigel took his first apple slice from my hand. No picture because I didn’t want to freak him out with the camera, but I was doing the happy dance in my head.

Yesterday morning, I looked out the window and thought, “Oh look, Bernard and Ellsworth are playing.” I had to do a double take. It wasn’t Bernard and Ellsworth, it was Fergus and Ellsworth! And Bernard and Nigel! 

Don was home waiting for the fence guys yesterday afternoon when it started raining.

This little bird; a purple finch, didn’t seem very happy with the rain. Don saw him through the window, went outside and got a picture.

Then the boys started a ruckus. I’d say Don did a darn good job of capturing the moment.

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.