36. I Love ... My Donkeys

Oh my -

I do SO love my donkeys.

They were like potato chips,

there was no way

I could have just one.

June 1981 -

I still have the letter.

Donkey memories -

Donkey Otie having a beer on the patio,

my mother-in-law being shocked

to see me bringing him out the front door

of our brand new house as she drove by.

My very first baby - Annie -

almost hyperventilating as I dragged my

Dad down to the barn to see her.

Nugget - 

my dearly missed Nugget;

and Ransom  - my sweet Handsome Ransom -

big old head, 

heavy head

plunked down on my shoulder

while I rub those gigantic ears

and look into those

deep and soulful eyes.

All my babies - 

such joy - such entertainment.

Watching them kick

and run full out in circles -

or hop with all four feet together

like a prancing goat -

springing with their noses up in the air.

I cannot imagine

this farm,

this life

without my beloved

long earred friends.