The Sweetest Moment

Her eyes were deep, brown pools of mystery.

Her lips, soft, sweet and furry...

A love poem, you thought, until you read that word.

Furry.

Furry lips?

Those brown eyes of mystery...

(with their perfect eyeliner)

Those lips would be these...

and they are lips that I never hesitate to kiss.

These two sweet donkey sisters...

I can scarcely find enough adjectives to describe how absolutely sweet they are.

You seriously must get to know them in person.

If so, then you would agree with me.

There's not a sweeter soul in all the world than these two 

big-eared, big-hearted mini-donks.

I've had people exclaim that truly they had no idea how small these two are.

It's hard to ascertain their actual size from photographs.

Their backs are no taller than my hip.

We are kindred spirits, these two and I.

I only need walking out of the barn and calling "donkey girls",

and they come trotting to wherever I am.

They are never an ounce of trouble for me.

Yesterday, when they were done grazing the morning away in the front pasture,

(while the horses spent the day in the upper pasture)

the donkeys came in and took a nap in their shed.

I had just finished afternoon chores and decided to join them.

I sat down in front of Daphne, who was laying in the pine shavings on their floor,

while Chloe stood next to her, keeping watch on their yard.

I slowly slid over beside Daphne and laid my head on her neck.

If you've never smelled a donkey...

they smell lovely.

They have a subtler smell than a horse (and I love the smell of a horse!)

Their fur is coarser... almost wooly.

But their muzzle and lips... so soft.

I laid there breathing in the scent of Daphne, as she laid her lips on my hand.

(Meanwhile, Chloe was busily playing with my pants and my boots

with her lips.)

While all this was quietly happening inside the donkey shed,

outside, the pups were wondering what the heck I was doing.

Lying with donkeys?

Has she gone mad?

It was a sweet, gentle moment that lasted for quite some time...

a moment of sweetness in an otherwise busy chore time.

It's moments like this that make every bit of work done during the day

completely worthwhile.

All of the years of care that I have given my animals has paid off.

They give back to me the affection that I feel so strongly for them.

This farm life is sweet and gentle.

I wouldn't trade it for any other.

It's Friday again and we are possibly facing a winter storm this weekend.

Time will tell...

Either way... we'll be back on Monday to share the stories of the weekend.

Have a good one!