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Ethel Merdonk got me in trouble…

I think I have told you how Ethel Merdonk loves to sing…  She sounds like Chewbacca.  It is uncanny, really.

Anyway, she’s been braying at night.  I can barely hear her because of how our bedroom is situated, but our neighbor, who is sleeping in her bunkhouse while her home is being repaired, has complained to me.

Here was her text to me:

Good morning, just a couple of questions, not a big problem, but now that I’m sleeping in the Bunkhouse I hear the donkeys bray at 1am, 3:30am and 5am and I imagine as you said it has to do with a light going on in the house, which I see. I will hear less when I move back into the main house in mid May but until then, is there anyway to block the light that could be triggering the brays if you’re up in the night hours? If not, I understand, I just wanted to ask. Is the increased braying part of bringing them back to health or do you have more donkeys now. Also, will you be getting more donkeys in the future?

Imagine my surprise that my donkey brays at exact hours.  How is that even possible.  But… I had to figure it out.

The first question I had was a ‘light’ going on in the house… Hmmm.  Unless we had ghosts, there were no lights going on in the house.  Hubby suggested that maybe it was the motion sensor light on one of the sheds.  But still, how would an animal cross the shed motion-sensor light at exact hours?

We shut that light off.

My second thought was that she might be braying due to wildcats and coyotes passing by – who have been seen frequently in the neighborhood.  I decided to move her closer to the house where she couldn’t see into the distance.

I also put out a bunch of food, in case she was just hungry.

In any event, the ‘precise hour brays’ are very confusing.  Should I throw away my alarm app on my phone?

I’m hoping it was the sensor light that triggered the brays.  I will do tests… If all else fail and she just needs to be in this dogleg at night so she doesn’t see animals, so be it.

My neighbor’s text this morning:

So nice of you, I truly appreciate your adjustments. The first bray was at 5:45 and the rest of the night was wonderfully quiet. Thank you.



Here is a pic of the forlorn Jenny twins in the dogleg paddock.

Princess Buttercup Pebbles looking especially forlorn.

Ethel Merdonk, the culprit, with her sideways ears – not happy. Note the grain bucket I had to use to trick them into going into the dogleg.

Poor donkeys. They have to have a shaded, private enclosure with plenty of food and fresh water.

As you can see, the leaves are coming in on the trees, so this are will be lovely very soon. However, I hope to not have them here except, maybe, at night. I’m hoping it was the light that she was braying about.

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He’s a clever little Pony King…

So I went out to feed tonight… and there was no pony.

I knew that I had put him in with Gwen.  He was there the last time I checked.  But now, no pony.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  How could he have escaped?  There were no opened gates.  He simply was not in the paddock where he was the last time I saw him.

As I ran to the paddock to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me, I noted that indeed, there was no pony where the pony should be.

And then I saw it.

Pony-sized escape route.  There he was, waaaaaaay out in the 5 acres.  He had escaped through the neighboring paddocks loose fence board.

Sneaky, crafty, clever Little Pony King.

I was feeding and noted that The Pony King was not where I had left him. He was not anywhere in the clearly visible paddock. My heart dropped.

As I ran into the paddock, I saw what I thought must have been his escape route.

Yup. There were pony mane hairs attached to the upper board. He had gone through here and out the neighboring paddock. (The gate to the 5 acres had been opened all day for Missy Miss and Mo to go out and graze.)

I fixed the board… as the pony continued to graze.

I came back out an hour later and he was back in the paddock.

I gave him his dinner and then asked him if he wanted to go into the other paddock, and he didn’t want to go. That was very curious to me because Dalton was in the other paddock. Me thinks he hasn’t discovered that I’ve closed off his new path! Or, maybe by the look on his face in this shot, he just noticed.


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