It has been a long journey. A burroeacratic paperchase, then a great panic for several days with donkeys indoors wrecking the house, while I sorted out the fencing on the field. Now, I can happily report (from a keyboard still covered in straw, like everything else in the house) that the donks are in the field, safely surrounded by electric fence.
I didn’t like leaving them outside all alone today when I went off to work. I spent my day at work think ‘what if’…? (E.g. ‘What if the battery fails and they escape…? How will I ever find them again? What if rogues turn off the battery and steal the donks? What if the donks get bitten by a snake?… etc.) But they were happily eating alfalfa in the field when I arrived home, looking quite relaxed. Unworried by rumours of nuclear catastrophe.
I took these photos early in the day. The donks look slightly different now… Having spent several days carefully tending to Matilde and Rubi, keeping them in dry draw and getting their coats brushed and glossy, I found them in a complete state of ruin when I arrived home from work. They had spent the day joyfully rolling in the muddy field, as donks do.
Thanks girls… We’ll start all over again.