Rebecca introduced me to the new baby donkey, not even a week old.
C’mon, just climb over the fence and meet them, they’re friendly.
So over the fence we went and met mama and Jackson Jr.
Please don’t ask me what mom donkey’s name is I forget. Oh wait maybe it’s marshmallow Or this might be Valentine. Marshmallow might be the white one come to think of it.
Once we were in the pasture they hurried over to us.
Little 7 day old Jackson loves Rebecca. She says “He thinks I’m his mom.”
Pet him, he’s so fuzzy.
He likes to nuzzle on my shirt
He also likes to suck on my fingers.
This is when I got a little nervous that she was going to invite me to try. I gripped my camera more tightly and prepared to explain how I didn’t really have a free hand…
But I got lucky, she’d moved on to show me that he has teeth and only bites softly.
Uh yeah, I guess they’re nice donkey teeth.
None of this seemed to bother Jackson Jr. he get’s this kind of stuff from mom grooming him all the time anyway.
Then he got tired and sat down for a rest.
Then she started saying something about being a grandmother already.
Huh, what?! You mean that donkey is a grandmother? I asked.
No, me. I’m a grand mother. See, that donkey over there, I’m it’s mom, she had that donkey right there, and that donkey had this donkey, so I'm it’s grand mother! And, it’s pregnant so I’m gonna be a great grandmother too!!
I laughed. Now that I under stood all the donkey genealogy properly.
And that’s the news from the pasture.