The donkey who thinks she is a chicken

The heavily pregnant Rubi got into the unfinished chicken run, squeezing through a narrow doorway beteen two posts, in order eat some carob beans she had spotted on the ground in the chicken-wire pen I have erected. She then got stuck in there because she was too fat to come out again and had probably been there all night when I found her. I had to go in and shove her out through the narrow doorway.

A good thing she didn’t give birth to the foal in the chicken run. It would have been a very confused foal-chick.

I will update the blog soon. Rather busy at work just now. I am awaiting some photos of Barbara Reed’s walk with Dalie in France recently. She did not come over the border into Spain with the donkey because the paperwork was too complicated. Sounds familiar!

UPDATE AT 9.15 Spanish time.

Rubi has milk! I have just come back from testing her condition and she squirted milk all over my hand. Lovely ass’s milk that Cleopatra would have bathed in. (Prolly quite a difficult task to fill a bath with a few squirts from Rubi…)

Back in the tent tonight. Matilde is fenced off at a distance, just in case. Please let it happen! I am worn out with waiting.


About Gareth Thomas

After a mixed career as an aircraft technician, London fringe theatre playwright, Franciscan friar, and secondary school teacher, I find myself looking after the needs of four donkeys in a remote location in the mountains in the Costa Blanca. I like to listen to BBC Radio 4 and the wind in the pine trees. I am writing a comedy about a school in Benidorm. My favourite film of all time is "Jean de Florette". If I had my time again I would not have spent the early 1970s working for Special Branch.
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7 Responses to The donkey who thinks she is a chicken

  1. karin says:

    I hope you got pics of this!

  2. Frere Rabit says:

    Unfortunately, it was in the half-light of early morning when I discovered Ruby stuck in the chicken run, and I wanted to get her out quickly in any case, so there were no photos. It would have made a funny picture. She may have thought she was a chicken but she looked very sheepish, stuck in there.

  3. Wall Eyed Mr Whippy says:

    Possibly she was ruminating on her situation?

  4. Frere Rabit says:

    Yes, she was prolly ruminating indeed. Tonight her situation looks quite clear! Milk everywhere. I got kicked and bitten while just asking about her feelings, and she is now settled in a monumental pile of clean straw, just in case…!

  5. Wall Eyed Mr Whippy says:

    “Kicked and bitten while just asking about her feelings”. Ah yes, four legs or two, the kicking and biting remain the same.

  6. Frere Rabit says:

    I’m sure there’s a long and sorry story behind that remark… To be honest, I do love my donkeys, not just as donkeys but as female donkeys. And what I mean by that is the way they behave together, look after each other, converse with each other. It’s like the girls in school: they have conversations. Boys just kick a ball and have a fight.

  7. Wall Eyed Mr Whippy says:

    Yes you’re right Frere Rabit about that remark.

    I am absolutely sure you love your donkeys and if I were one I’d gallop to your finca and demand sanctuary and cossetting. I would heehaw till I was admitted.

    I hope you can soon get out on the pilgrim trail with your lovely beasts and have a great time with them. Spring or autumn would be ideal.

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