Spring has come on like a freight train this year. We've never had so much warm weather so early before. The maple syrup season is already over with, almost before it began. I am already trying to get the garden ready. I moved the girls onto the back pasture (where almost nothing useful ever grows) in order to give the main pasture a chance to come in. I rely on the two front pastures to feed everybody throughout the summer, so they need a good start in the spring. The mosquitoes and deer ticks are everywhere.
I have been battling old, decrepit farm machinery all week, trying to get things running. My equipment is a motley assortment of hand-me-downs and cast-offs. Everything runs, but not without a great deal of persuasion. I used up my entire month's worth of swear words this week. I am seriously thinking about trying to trade-in every piece of junk I have for one implement that will just start when I tell it to without reducing me to fruitless violence and frustration. Animals make so much more sense to me than machinery. They are logical, they have feelings, they communicate and tell me what they need and want. The !#$% !!tractor just sits there, leaking toxic bodily fluids all over the place.
I forgot to take pictures of anything this week. Or maybe I just didn't want any evidence to exist of me kicking and swearing at inanimate objects.
This morning I went out and sat with the girls in the sun for a while and listened to them munch on breakfast. The two of them together are so peaceful and happy, it is so nice to just hang out with them. I finally remembered to take some pictures of The Belly. I think the baby has moved into a lower position. Emma looks less wide suddenly, but her belly is hanging down much lower. This usually indicates that the baby is going to show up soon, but I have known some mares to go on this way for weeks, even months. I sure wish I had a better idea of when this baby is due. Now would be a good time actually. The weather is beautiful, Gabe is not around to pester her and I want a baby donkey to play with. The way these things work however, she'll probably wait till the day Gabe comes home and Mother Nature remembers that Spring usually doesn't show up until May. Oh well, I'll still be wanting a baby donkey to play with at least.