When my father retired from farming, he couldn’t quite kick the habit of looking after animals. So last month he brought two donkeys home to the drumlin.
The small brown one looks sweet and innocent…..
….but he started this fight.
I’m sure they have donkey-reasons for fighting, but I think that particular fight was a way of competing for human attention and the apples and carrots in my pockets. Soon they were friends again.
Anyway, the donkeys are keeping us all entertained.