I attempted to walk all four donkeys up the road for some exercise today, all tied together. Morris did not want to be included in these arrangements and dug his hooves in, so we were all dragging him up the road and he slid along on his hooves. This was obviously unsatisfactory and dangerous as he might fall back on his hind legs and graze them, so I took him off the lead rope, and I assumed he would follow his mother Rubi as we continued. Bad plan. Morris ran all the way back down the road towards home.
I took everyone home quickly, expecting to see Morris in the field (the gate had been left open), but he was not there! I quickly put all the remaining donkeys in the field and locked the gate. Rubi was already looking distraught. I got into the car and headed down the road. A foal in full flight could already be a kilometre ahead!
I met Morris at the next bend in the road, being brought home by my Norwegian neighbour who had found him in the garden. What a relief! The biggest panic since Rubi and Matilde ran off last year! No photos of this, as it was all panic and no camera work! But here is Morris: