Lulu and Fanny have been guilt tripping me into giving them treats for more than a  decade. They can hear me in the house, or even the bathroom in the morning, and know when I get up to stretch or get a drink in my study. They bray softly and pleadingly and it is somewhat hypnotic, and I usually succumb. Tonight I went out to bring the each an alfalfa treat – we keep them in the barn in a trash can.

I love the sound of donkeys crunching on their treats, it is a healing and soothing sound, the donkeys know how to eat – thoroughly and patiently and loudly. i often stand to listen to them crunch. Come and listen. Lulu is the donkey with the whiter snout.