When I come out in the morning, Simon is almost always lying in the pasture by the gate, waiting for me. I usually get a raucous bray and then he gets up and waits for his carrot. Simon’s legs are still twisted and sore, a legacy of his ordeal at his other farm. I love seeing him out in the pasture, soaking up the sun, contemplating the world, waiting for me. There is no better way to start any day than to have a donkey waiting to help you get started.