Went for a walk with Rocky to act as his bodyguard around the donkeys. Simon approached and I waved my arms, shooed Simon away, as I did with Rose, with Red. Simon is smart, he listens. The sun was behind Rocky and I thought of him walking bravely through the crowd of donkeys – they were staring at him – and we walked together to the barn, where he is in his stall, the donkeys standing right outside the gate with him. The herd taking shape.