Or just wanting to play?
There's nothing better than a baby donkey on the farm—except two baby donkeys! We're having so much fun with our new boys. The older one, who we're pretty sure will be named Gus (thanks for all your name suggestions!), was born on July 27th and has been growing—and fluffing up—like crazy. (You can get to know him better here and here and here.)
He's already halter trained (training him to actually lead while wearing the halter is next), and he's by far the most affectionate donkey of the seven (!) we've had born here on the farm during the past three years. He tries to play with anybody and everybody: people, dogs, other donkeys, whatever. He would love nothing better than for me to stand out there and scratch his head for hours.
This morning when I went out to the field they're in—which I've temporarily renamed Donkeyland—Gus raced right over to see me and did a happy little leap and kick thing that cracked me up. And then he did it again. Later as I tried to snap some pictures of the other donkeys, he stood behind me quietly nibbling on my shirt (which is not something we will allow him to keep doing, but at the time it was really cute).
Our other baby donkey was born last Friday to first time young mother, Esmeralda. (Meet him and mama here and here.) As you can see from the pictures above, which were taken on Sunday, this itty bitty guy is getting around just fine. We started calling him Gnat as a joke (all the babies born on the farm get 'G' names this year), but he actually perks up his ears every time we say it—unlike Gus, who hasn't decided if he'll accept that name or not yet.
I like the sound of Gnat, but I told Joe it might not be very nice to name our donkey after an insect that everybody hates. He's still pretty skittish around us, but I have managed a few quick pets, and oh my gosh is this guy soft. Joe reminded him yesterday that if he's going to stay, he has to be friendly. The closest he came to me today was when I had the halter on Gus and was holding the lead rope, maybe because he realized that Gus—who is quite a bit bigger than Gnat—couldn't lay chase to him while tethered. Meanwhile Gus pulled the lead right out of my hand as he playfully launched himself at Lucky Buddy Bear—who, just as a good stock dog should, completely ignored him.
Yesterday Gus was trying to get Daisy, our Great Pyrenees livestock guardian, to play with him, and while I was turned away from the action, out of the corner of my eye I saw Daisy do some sort of a fast actopm sumersault—with a big goofy grin on her face—as Gus was dancing around her.
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