A Day in the Life
Another ridiculous day that makes us forget we had snow flurries a mere three weeks ago. Bright sun, no clouds, breezes and green, green grass due to months of rain. This is the first time we’ve seen the land bloom after so much rain and the scene is entirely different from last spring, in the midst of a drought. Wildflowers abound and grasses grow thigh high in the places the animals can’t reach. I’m pretty damn excited about this weather.
It began with the shock and wonder of seeing his People floating in a canoe on the Giant Trough.
This led to a trip (he galloped) up the road to the front pasture for three full minutes of cow watching. It’s not clear why he urgently needed to run to the front pasture for this activity. We may never know.
Which leads us to the highlight of every donkeys complex life: Rolling.
Sometimes dust baths have to be fit in quickly between other important activities (ex: hee-hawing in a general direction). Today, however, was Sunday which justified a few stolen moments of relaxation after the bath.
One more roll for good measure.
And a big yawn to indicate the extent of his exhaustion.