Not a baby anymore...

So.. that donkey I have? The one I started this little journal for but never write in? She'll be four this winter. Not a baby anymore. A teenager maybe, but not a baby. Yesterday I went out and caught her, gave her her new fly mask, wormed her, and while I was at it, casually reached down and picked up a foot. Extended it front and back, then just held it. She was an angel. She was also eating at the time. Greedy little pig.

Twinkle Toes!

Remember that donkey I have? The one that I used to write about as things happened? Well, today she had her first visit here with us with the farrier, and she did great!

The farrier came out and was supposed to do both of them on Friday, but ending up having a call froma vet who needed him, so made plans to come back and do her in a few days. Today he came back out, and she was like an old pro! Calm, cool, and stuffing her greedy little face with grain and alfalfa she normally doesn't get.

Even the farrier was impressed by her good behavior, all the way around. :)