Not so much writing lately. Hard to stay inside at the computer when the sun and the animals are calling. This morning I scrubbed out the birdbaths, which the animals drink from too, the baths being at a perfect height for leisurely drinking.
The many choices of Ulysses
Just after I finished refilling them came Ulysses, the youngest donkey, to see what I was up to. Here he is deciding whether to drink from the bucket or the birdbath. He ended up going for a third option—coming over to me for some hugs and coat scratching. I obliged, marveling yet again and still that I get to do this.
Meanwhile, his father was blissfully massaging his neck on the Gate to Everywhere.
Raphael giving himself a massage
