The animals have shifted – sad for them – from fresh green grass to drier hay for the winter. They miss grazing and love the smell and feel of fresh grass.

Now, they are eager for their hay.

When we bring the hay out, there is a mad scramble for it; after a while, the sheep go into the barn or nibble at whatever green thing they can find.

Then, what I call quiet time. The donkeys are alone at their feeder, Lulu on one side and Fanny on the other.

It is always a peaceful and grounding thing to see.