A Donkeys Tale.....

EEEEAWWWWWW! Jasmine here. I thought I would try doing a post on the Wrensong blog. Let me tell you it's no easy feat typing with a pencil in your mouth. And we won't even begin to discuss the difficulties of operating a camera!!


I personally feel that Tammy just has not given me enough blog time, so I thought I would give you a little tour of my day.

My main job besides giving Tammy the pleasure of brushing me, picking out my feet and skritching the inside of my ears, is to keep an eye on a flock of silly sheep.

They are usually way too energetic in the morning for me, and they race on down to the lower pasture. I myself, would rather get in a leisurely roll, take my time stretching and soak up a little sun. Living here in the Pacific Northwest we have to soak up as much as we can!

Those noisy, obnoxious, guineas like to gather right by where I sleep at night, and they are usually what wakes me up in the morning. This morning after their noisy greeting they settled down into a guinea pile and were quiet for a little while while they also soaked up some sun.


I usually stand on the hill, as it gives me a good view and I can watch the sheepie goings on down below.



I've been noticing that the trees are changing colors and the air is getting colder at night so I have been growing my nice winter coat in.


FINALLY, Tammy comes down from the upper barn that she calls a house (she really needs to get her priorities straight), and puts out some hay for me. Unfortunately I also have to share with the sheep.

Tammy thought it would be a good idea to get these metal troughs to put the hay in. For some reason she thought it would keep the hay cleaner and there would be less waste. She forgot, however, to explain to the sheep that they were not supposed to stand IN the troughs while they eat.


I find it really irritating that I have these fuzzy bodies in the way of getting a good mouthful of hay.




After we've had our fill we usually rest up top before heading down to the pastures again. To tell you how silly the sheep are they even let chickens sit on their backs while they chew their cuds.



These sheepies that are all lined up with a rooster on one of their backs. It reminds me of the story of the Musicians of Bremen. 'Course they are missing the star of the story, a donkey.




"Will someone PLEASE get this rooster off my back!!???"




Chickens will perch on almost anything that stands still for very long...like wheelbarrows.




Fortunately I'm such a active donk that I don't have to worry about perching chickens....hey! what in the heck do you think you're doing chicken!!???






After we have rested and digested a bit we'll head back down and graze on a different pasture.



Later, Tammy will return for another feeding and I feel it's my responsibility to make sure no sheep is left behind.



On our way up the hill we go by these strange really BIG birds that are in a big pen all of their own. Their names are Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers because Tammy thought it looked like they were dancing when they would run around.




Every now and then I will stop and chat with them. Sometimes I tell them a good joke. Ginger has a really good sense of humor and laughs but Fred is kind of a stick in the mud. I personally think he should have been name Fred Mertz after Fred and Ethel on the I Love Lucy Show (no I'm not that old but they DO have re-runs!)



After we eat,it's time to settle down for the night. It doesn't take long for me to drift off into donkey dream. It seems like I have just fallen asleep and then it is time for another day in the life of a donkey.




YAWN!!! That was kind of fun, I'll have to post again another day!!