When I found a few apples lying in the grass, preserved by the snow, I cut them up and put them on top of the donkeys' daily dose of oats.
I was a little surprised to find that the animals promptly pushed aside the apple fragments so that they could get stuck into the oats.
I had always imagined that the donkeys are immensely fond of apples. Well, they are, I'm sure... but it seems that they're fonder still of oats.
Five minutes later, when I returned to pick up the dishes, both the oats and the apples had disappeared. Maybe it's like children having a meal in such-and-such a celebrated junk-food restaurant. I would imagine that, spontaneously, a normal kid would tackle the hamburger and French fries first, and then move on to the sundae.
The donkeys were standing still at the same spot, above the empty dishes, digesting their dinner.
Judging from the respective positions of their ears, old gray-faced
Mandrin is waiting for me to say something (or maybe he's intrigued by the buzz of my Nikon adjusting its focus), whereas young beige-faced
Moshé is more interested in keeping an auditive "outlook" on what might be happening behind him: in particular, the presence of
Sophia... who learned long ago that it's not wise for a dog to spend too much time behind the powerful rear legs of a donkey.
I was a little surprised to find that the animals promptly pushed aside the apple fragments so that they could get stuck into the oats.
I had always imagined that the donkeys are immensely fond of apples. Well, they are, I'm sure... but it seems that they're fonder still of oats.
Five minutes later, when I returned to pick up the dishes, both the oats and the apples had disappeared. Maybe it's like children having a meal in such-and-such a celebrated junk-food restaurant. I would imagine that, spontaneously, a normal kid would tackle the hamburger and French fries first, and then move on to the sundae.
The donkeys were standing still at the same spot, above the empty dishes, digesting their dinner.
Judging from the respective positions of their ears, old gray-faced Mandrin is waiting for me to say something (or maybe he's intrigued by the buzz of my Nikon adjusting its focus), whereas young beige-faced Moshé is more interested in keeping an auditive "outlook" on what might be happening behind him: in particular, the presence of Sophia... who learned long ago that it's not wise for a dog to spend too much time behind the powerful rear legs of a donkey.
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