I took the freshly washed head collars back to the field on Tuesday morning, giving myself a little time to negotiate them onto the donkeys before the vet arrived to give them their flu and tetanus jabs. Flo is always pretty good, but Chico usually gives me a token runaround first, waiting until I get in position before swinging lazily away from me, just to remind me who’s boss. But on Tuesday there was none of it – he let me put it straight on, and I have no doubt it was because he knew that head collars mean going for a walk.
Then they both looked at me expectantly when nothing happened. I felt bad. An injection instead of a walk – it’s a bit of a mean trick.
So I did the only thing I could – called mum with an SOS. Don’t disappoint the donkeys! This is the friendliest they’ve been for ages! She arrived 15 minutes later, just as the vet left (stoic donkeys totally unfazed by the injections, of course), bearing treats: “Fennel for Florence and chicory for Chico!” She is a frustrated grandmother-in-waiting, for sure.
So, we went for a very short walk, and the donkeys – usually just interested in strolling and munching and eyeballing the sheep – put the spring in spring. Here they are in an indulgently long video of donkeys running around. That’s all it is. But I like it.