Donkey Duo

It was a bright sunny, almost Spring-like day, when we made a trip out to feed the donkeys. Bob hee-hawed Chow Call. We thought we heard a raspy bray from Buddy but saw no donkeys coming over the hill, so Bob repeated Chow Call. Within a few moments, Buddy lead a straggling Holly over the hill.

Both were very interested in the hot sweet potato medallions. They ate them as fast they could be stuffed into their constantly gaping mouths. (Maybe it was a good thing that Vroman was not around that morning.)

As long as food was being served, the two stood close to each other so as to not miss out. When the food was finished, so was the companionship. Buddy moved further along the fence, even stamping his hind leg and kicking out, as if he were being bothered by the nonexistent flies. Holly ignored his antics and was probably grateful for the space.

As soon as Bob disappeared into the store for dessert, Buddy began vocalizing his dislike of waiting for more food. He even walked away from the fence, turning his back on me. Both Holly and I figured he was just acting like the jackass he is.

As soon as Bob reappeared with Grandma’s Oatmeal Raisin Cookies, he was all friendly and eager to interact.

When I asked Bob what happened to Vroman, he said that the lady in the store did not know anything.

Vroman when he was younger–he has Buddy’s whiskers