There was a donkey born this last fall near us. He’s grown since then, of course. He’s now in that sweetness-to-die-for stage. He’s still smaller than both his parents. They all graze together in an open field we pass on the way to town in rural Louisiana where we live. He stays near his mother, as young animals do. His coat is still more shaggy than smooth, and its color is a shade lighter than his mother’s dirty gray. It’s somewhat tawny. That won’t be for long. He even has bangs. It’s a joy to watch him munch his grass just like a grownup, surely and steadily, taking a small step or two every so often to find uneaten blades. We want to take him home with us.
I'm tempted.
What a sweetheart!
https://youtu.be/SpeqCYH_-mE
If you never saw this story, see it now. Donkey sanctuary. Grab a tissue! 😂
You've ignited an urge to see a donkey, Richard, words I never thought would come out of my mouth, Richard.