When a walk becomes yet another meal

Having raised the question of fat donks on the previous blog post, I was again reminded of the way the donks are becoming obsessed with food during this morning’s walk. After a long first week of the new term’s GCSE and A-level teaching, I was looking forward to the Saturday morning walk, but in the end it became a fight with Matilde and Aitana, to try and keep them walking rather than eating the countryside for a second breakfast!

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Matilde stubbornly resists being pulled back to the path, having veered off to eat carob beans under a tree.  A battle of wills.  She is much stronger than me, of course.  Aitana watches with amusement and encourages her mother.

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Back on the path and walking again, but two minutes later everyone comes to a halt as more roadside food is found…

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And here we are halted again, just two hundred yards from home, as Matilde does one last desperate lunge off the road and drags Aitana and I with her, to eat more stuff.  I don’t usually see my house from this angle.  It shows the splendid isolation in which I live.

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What am I going to do about these food-obsessed donkeys?  One purpose of going for a walk is to try and work off excess weight. Instead we are putting on more!

23rd September: I have just been sent the following video which shows the solution to all the problems outlined on this blog post and the previous one!  Thanks to GC (see comments).

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About Gareth Thomas

A fairly mixed career starting as an aircraft technician and later Franciscan friar eventually led into secondary school teaching. I settled in Spain where I teach Geography part-time and spend the rest of my time looking after the needs of four donkeys in a remote location in the mountains in the Costa Blanca. I have two blogs: a geography blog and a donkey blog.
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8 Responses to When a walk becomes yet another meal

  1. bleedin' annoyin' stater of the obvious says:

    You’ll be needing a carrot on the end of a stick, attached to the top of the donk’s bridle, you will.

  2. Jim of Olym says:

    We have experienced this syndrome also. I think that the donks believe that unless they eat everything in sight RIGHT NOW that they will starve to death. Incidentally, we discovered if they balk in being led in straight path, it is easier to turn them in a circle. You can turn their heads much easier and this distracts them. But you probably know that already. Our donks are both 15 hands, about 5 feet at the shoulder and larger than yours. I’ve been looking at your old posts and your blog is a real winner!

  3. Frere Rabit says:

    Thanks. The October 2011 posts are my favourite pages: when the two foals were born, and their first weeks of skipping about the field, playing with their mothers and each other. The births of the two foals on consecutive days was a very exciting time. For a while, the foals remained small enough to sit on my lap… but not for long!

    http://brotherlapin.com/2011/10/08/aitanas-first-grooming/

  4. golden chersonnese says:

    Would something like this do the trick, Brother Lapin?

    It could possibly also help power your house? You were a mechanic/technician in an earlier instantiation, weren’t you?

    And I suggest a nice tasty donkey treat at the end of each fabulous work-out.

  5. Frere Rabit says:

    That is so good that I will put it on the main page rather than leave it in the comments, Golden. Many thanks. Note the sign: “Do not feed the donkey”…

  6. golden chersonnese says:

    No, I just now saw the sign, Brother Lapin. What a scream.

    100% green electricity production. We’ll all want one soon.

  7. golden chersonnese says:
  8. Frere Rabit says:

    Now that is a PROPER toy! Maybe we could all chip in and buy one for Roger to keep him occupied and reduce his interminable rants on CPS? I have all but given up visiting that blog because he has now “occupied” it with his nonsense and I find it unbearable. Oh well, that’s the nature of the blogosphere. You will find me here though 🙂

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