Monday, January 10, 2011
There was a dusting of snow the other night. These four horses, covered with blankets, tried to keep warm hangin' in the early morning sunshine. They were quite interested in what I was up to walking near their corral. Here's a tale I'm reminded of looking at this scene. A local family, a quick walk from our house on Stevens, kept a donkey with a outbuilding for cover against the elements. Often we'd secret(can I use that as a verb? Twain did.) ourselves through a pathway, across the railroad tracks and come up right next to his corral. Now, this animal wasn't nice. He was an ornery beast! It was always hee-hawing at all hours of the day and evening, and if you got near his pen, he'd always seem to want a take a little nip out of you. One time a gal, of not more than 5 or 6, when visiting the yard with her sisters, got picked up, tousled about and thrown into his stall. He took some bites out of the child's head and shoulder. Luckily, someone jumped in and pulled the girl to safety and an ambulance was soon on the scene. It was some scary moments for the family of that child. Soon after, the donkey vacated the premises. That burro was a real Ass!