Simon and I have a conversation every morning, sometimes two or three. When I come into the pasture for the morning chores, he comes running to greet me, ears up, mouth open in his joyous bray, his call to life. I wish him a good morning, a good day, and then kiss him on the nose. This seems to be something we both need, we both enjoy. I can’t remember having a life where my day did not begin with kissing a donkey on his soft nose. We are always happy to see one another, we always have a lot to say.