A herd of equines is a family... in every sense of the word.
Much like human siblings, they bicker and pick and fight with each other.
But, oh boy, take one away and the rest cry and cry for him.
My herd is very tight.
They spend all of their time together.
And even though there are times when ears pin backwards,
and teeth grab a hunk of flesh,
they are still a single unit....always!
Most afternoons, after returning to the dry lot from their allotted grazing time,
my five horses will all jam into one stall together.
With no room for anyone to even sneeze,
they stand there,
in the comfortable security of each other's presence.
It's endearing to see this obvious affection between the five of them.
I have to say... the bickering is more play than anything...
just a way of passing the time...
a sort of game.
The donkeys are the same.
Daphne and Chloe are, for the most part, joined at the hip.
Where one goes...so does the other.
And yet they tussle, and nip, and get indignant with each other...
but not for long.
They are each other's security... the one obvious constant in each other's life.
We share so many traits, so many emotions with our animal friends.
They are more like us than we realize or admit.
The study of their social behavior always proves fascinating.
Oh, and the donkeys are inside their house because it is raining...
raining on my freshly mowed hay that is supposed to be drying.
It's that kind of summer.
Yes it is.