This is the lower pasture at Codman Farm. Opal, the donkey follows the sheep when they go down to graze. They are her only pals. She has room to roll in the grass and there's lots to eat.
Opal ignored me for about twenty minutes. Unlike us, most animals don't mix socializing and eating.
I took lots of photos of her.... eating.
See the fly in the corner of her eye? When she finally stopped eating and came over to greet me, I managed to wipe the moisture from her eyes with a cloth. This discourages flies who actually drink from the moisture and cause infections.
While I was brushing her, she and the sheep were alerted by something from the barn and they all herded back up the path.
I wish she had a fly mask. I wish she would be seen by a farrier: her hooves are splitting and are just short of curling. I offered to sponser her in return for spending time with her, but the farm's overseer didn't want someone being in the pen with Sean, the male sheep. It's breeding season and while Sean is very engaging, he's strong and bossy. Opal lives with them, so there's no opportunity to halter her, teach her to lead, or see if she'll lift her hooves.
So I groom her through the fence and worry about her health, and try not to rock the boat so I can provide her with some help and attention.
I'm in the process of designing a centerpiece for an Improper Bostonian photo shoot. No wedding this weekend.