The lovely Rubí donkey, and is it Tuesday?

Rubí was my first donkey. When I went to Parcent on the other side of the Sierra Bernia looking for donkeys, nearly four years ago, Rubí was the two year old donkey who stood out as the real charmer. I bought her immediately. Here is the blog post from that day in December 2010.
It was the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Unknown to me, Rubí was pregnant with the foal that would eventually be called Morris.

Over the years, Rubí has always been the donkey in the background. She is a true Eeyore: always facing awy from the others, and me, gazing into the distance and wondering if it is Tuesday.

Rubí out walking last Sunday, nervous about nearby dogs

Is it Tuesday? I think we should be told.

In the morning at first light, the donkeys gaze up at the house and bray for their breakfast. The first thing they get is chopped carrots and Matilde, Aitana and Morris stand around snorting and stamping in expectation. Meanwhile Rubí is usually at the other end of the field, ignoring the whole sordid business of carrots, and looking into the far distance watching the sun come up over the Mediterranean. That could provide a valuable clue whether it is Tuesday.

When the first two donkeys arrived in March 2011, Rubí proved quite a character from the start. We had the famous local incident where I was marooned in Finestrat overnight. This was due to Rubí refusing to walk home in fading daylight.

In four years I have learned to understand Rubí’s funny little ways and work with her. She is a very affectionate donkey. She will not walk through the valley path to Finestrat because she arrives at a particular spot on the path and decides it is too dangerous. (Crocodiles? Imminent earthquake? Who knows what goes on in Rubí’s head?)

Rubí is not always quiet: at times she goes quite wild.

And then there was her foal Morris…

Morris on 1st October 2011 pictured with Rubí half an hour after being born

Morris on 1st October 2011 pictured with Rubí half an hour after being born

It’s a confusing life for a poor Eeyore donk, and maybe she will never know whether it is Tuesday.


About Gareth Thomas

After a mixed career as an aircraft technician, London fringe theatre playwright, Franciscan friar, and secondary school teacher, I find myself dividing my time mostly between looking after the needs of four donkeys in a remote location in the mountains in the Costa Blanca and preparing a legal case against the corrupt management of my monstrous last employer - the Elians group - for unfair dismissal. I like to hear the wind in the pine trees. I do not like struggling to get a duvet into a duvet cover. My musical tastes are extinct and I have mostly given up cycle racing.
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4 Responses to The lovely Rubí donkey, and is it Tuesday?

  1. teamtitus1 says:

    I admire a donkey who hears her own music and concerns herself accordingly.

  2. Frere Rabit says:

    Thanks for your comment. By the way, I meant to comment on your blog about the donkey licking. It is true that donkeys may lick your face because they need salt, but even when they have a mineral block, Morris licks me. He licks everything. There are some donkeys who just explore the world with their tongue. I think these highly sensitive animals just enjoy every sensory experience.

  3. Mary says:

    She looked so sad and lost in your first blog post about her, but now she looks, if not happy, secure, like she knows she’s found her home. What a beauty!

  4. Frere Rabit says:

    Thanks for your comment Mary. The other donkey in that video from 2010 – the grey one who I wasn’t even looking at – was Matilde. I bought her a short time afterwards, and Rubí and Matilde have been together ever since.

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