In early summer, a huge limb fell off of the apple tree.

Mike Conklin chopped it up, and I got three pieces into the pole barn. Once the bark can be peeled off, we plan to smooth the surfaces and bring one into my office to put things on while I write.

The other will be a stool to sit on in the pasture. As the wood rots outside, the donkeys are having a good time hollowing it out, and the wood has nutrients they appreciate.

One by one, the logs have huge holes in the.

We’re saving some for the winter so they won’t be tempted to chew on the barn—donkey fun. We learn something every day about how donkeys would survive in the wild.

We have lost so much contact with animals we no longer really know how they live and live. Here, we are privileged to get to know them.