Friday, May 8, 2015
My donkeys are very mad at me.
Ever since the beginning of April when the snow finally receded enough for them to escape the barn, they have been enjoying the run of the farm. Almost four weeks of complete freedom, unlimited grazing and daily races around the fields. They are feeling good and reveling in Spring.
Unfortunately for them, the grass is starting to grow in earnest now and that means the end of freedom. I put them back on their perimeter track which has very little grass that they have to work hard to find. They still get hay and straw, which they want no part of, especially with acres of sweet, spring yumminess surrounding them on all sides. I do feel their pain, to be be forced to eat celery and lettuce while the pizza and ice cream taunts them from every angle. It is a cruel injustice. To add injury to this mighty insult, the May flies showed up right on the first of May just to torture them. There has been much complaining.