Bad Bad Donkeys

I've been busy the last few days and, while Emma and Ramsey haven't exactly been neglected, they have been making it quite clear that they don't think they have been getting enough of my time.  Much like a puppy suffering separation anxiety and destroying a favored pair of shoes, they have found little ways of expressing their displeasure at my neglect. 

I give you exhibit A:

This bit of culvert is the bridge over the ditch just outside my door.  It used to be buried under the ground.  Digging the whole thing out and reburying it is now on the to-do list.  Emma and Ramsey will absolutely love supervising that job.  It will, no doubt, provide several hours of fun entertainment. 

I cherish the bond I have developed with Emma and now with Ramsey, but it is also difficult when I can't be around as much as they would like.  I had thought it would be easier when Ramsey was born and they would have each other for company.  Like all plans though, it hasn't quite worked out that way.  Now I have two donkeys who think I should spend all my time with them.