Happy birthday Morris

Morris is two years old today.  I sang him “Happy Birthday” this morning and as this was a novelty (the donkeys are not used to me singing to them) it resulted in a brief outbreak of braying, which was quite a nice start to Morris’s birthday.  He had a whole carrot all to himself, except for the bit he dropped which was quickly thieved by Matilde.

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Here is a picture of the big chap Morris today, and a video of little Morris in his first morning two years ago.  That Sunday, the day after Morris was born, I had the pleasure of watching the young startled chap exploring the field with his mother Rubí.  Then, in the middle of the day, Matilde gave birth to Aitana so it is her birthday on October 2nd and we will have a joint birthday celebration for Morris and Aitana tomorrow.


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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4 Responses to Happy birthday Morris

  1. golden chersonnese says:

    How lovely, Lapin, and how cute to see one-day-old Morris still a bit shaky on his pins . I just noticed how much Morris looks like his mum. We can be sure the birth was legitimate and how fast they grow up, Brother Lapin.

    Still, Morris still needs a few more lessons from the school of hard knocks (or hard broomsticks) apparently.

  2. Frere Rabit says:

    Yes, Morris certainly begins to look like his mother Rubí: another norty fat donkey!

  3. gracem says:

    is the music “afternoon of a faun”?

  4. Frere Rabit says:

    No, but I have used Eric Satie music elsewhere on the blog. The music here for Morris’s first morning is “Maid with the Flaxen Hair” by Debussy. It really matched the sense of wonder that I could see in Morris looking around him on that first morning in the world, and also my own total astonishment at the arrival of this gorgeous creature.

    At the end of the video the camera pans around and you can see my house, then a blue tent before the video cuts out. I had spent weeks in that blue tent, at night, awaiting the arrival of a foal. When it happened, I had briefly gone up to Finestrat for a beer in the afternoon of the 1st October 2011. I came home to find a foal standing under the lemon tree. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life.

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