Wednesday, June 22, 2016
At the crossroads there is a barn with a corrugated metal roof. The barn is usually home to four donkeys, one grumpy male and three females. Two weeks ago one of the females gave birth. Now there are five donkeys.
Today, the donkeys manage to open the barn door and make a break for freedom. I'm alerted to the fact that something unusual is going on by the PONs. Sophie is standing on her hind legs at the gate. Her high pitched squeak has modulated upwards by an octave. Bob, on the stump seat, with Furry Fox in his mouth , has been rendered speechless.
The donkeys amble down the lane. They eat the hydrangeas at the front gate before turning their attention to the Old Farmers hanging baskets. The dahlias in the flower beds in front of the church follow. Under the watchful eyes of the swaying Jesus the male makes short shrift of the rose bushes around the war memorial.
It's hot. The donkeys opt for a dip in the village pond. The mayor is called. His donkey herding skills are limited. Other villagers become involved. Their donkey herding is also found wanting. The dip in the cool water rekindles the male donkeys amorous spirits. Shouts and whistles cannot deter him from what he has on his mind. At this point Angus decides he's done his civic duty and slips away.
Bob is convinced that he alone has prevented the house and garden from being overrun by these strange creatures.
Sophie demonstrates how brave she is by keeping close to me while I clean the pool.
Man proposes, God disposes and donkeys do pretty much what they like.
A day in the life of a French village. Recorded here because some things are too unimportant for a diary but are too life affirming to go completely unrecorded.