It is such a shame, but in this idyllic setting, the conditioning of millions of years in the wild has kicked in. Instinct has taught them how to mother their babes. But instinct has taught the mothers that they are now rivals in the preservation of their genes. I arrived home to from work today and fed the mothers while the two foals rested or fed on mother’s milk. Then I tried a brief experiment of taking down the fence separating the two mothers with foal-at-foot. Mistake. This was the only photo because I had to go swiftly into action, as Morris tried to gambol with Aitana playfully but was quickly headed off by Matilde, then Ruby kicked Aitana and I had to fly in as referee to stop the match. Fence now up again and donks separated. I shall not do that again in a hurry!
The standing up sequence here shows the lovely long legs of Aitana in movement. I find her very awkwardness graceful. Is that a contradiction? She is going to be bigger than her mother, I think. That will make her the size of a horse.
Update 11pm 3rd October.
The donks need to reflect on the way Christians should love each other and stop being norty donks motivated by pure instinct! On Damian Thompson’s Daily Telegraph blog, this G.K.Chesterton poem was just posted:
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.