I sit outside and spy on my donkeys through the slats in the porch rails. Jack has never been up to the goat yard before, and it’s been a while since Poky was here. I’ve missed her so. I love to walk down the steps and pet their velvety heads through the gate. When I walk into the yard, they chew on my shirt and follow me everywhere. They are adorable and adoring. They are all about me whenever I am down there, but when I go away, they go back to their own lives. And that is the best time to watch them.
I watch them graze, and copulate (OH MY, so often), and nuzzle, and prance, and sometimes run around the goat yard in circles. They eat and roll on their backs, laze in the sun and hide in the shade. They bray and they huff, and they sometimes do nothing at all. Or do they? They have secrets plots and hidden agendas.
I am a donkey spy.
I shall report my findings.