The three donkeys just ran by. I jumped up from the computer to look out the other window of my writing tower and see what they were running to.
Pegasus, in her paddock area, was rolling in the sun-dried dirt—her first chance to roll after the days of rain that have kept the ground too muddy for rolling. The donkeys ran up to the fence and, with ears up, a sign of intent interest, watched her roll. She was in the prime rolling spot. It’s in the area where they eat dinner, and the donkeys often take a roll there, even before turning to their food, when they come in at the end of the day.
Raphael couldn’t stand it and dropped to the ground where he stood in the grass on the other side of the fence, joining Pegasus in luxurious rolling, even though grass doesn’t give as good a back rub as dirt. I smile to see all this happy rolling.
It’s said that it is impossible to keep a donkey clean, for they love rolling even more than horses do. My three donkeys choose their spots and one will wait while the other rolls, then drop down onto the same spot when the first one gets up. I see them taking turns like this. Joy is a perfect back rub.
