Social interaction in a small family group of donkeys tends to involve everyone.  Here is a typical sequence from this afternoon. Aitana and her mother Matilde are having a siesta.  Aitana sat down first and then Matilde came to join her in close proximity.  They take turns rolling over and grunting.   Morris arrives from the … More Donkey social behaviour

The clocks have gone forward and El Parral is bursting into life.  Having spent the first days of this five-day break (fiesta today) settling issues arising from outside of this place, I am clearly resolved now to return to basics. Above all I need to remember that my chosen solitary life in this place needs to have in … More Spring forward

In earlier blogposts here I have recounted how the terraces here were once filled with vines. Gaspar the previous owner of the house told me that there were fine table grapes once grown on the bare terraces here where the donkeys now play.  All that remained when I moved in here was the occasional metal … More Of living vines and real people

Note for new readers: Rubí donkey writes an occasional Tuesday piece on Equusasinus.net, helped by Morris donkey when background reading is required. Today I am going to write about portant and weighty matters: false facts and conspicaries.  They are all around us. Morris looks around him and snorts aggressively at the false facts and conspicaries. … More False facts and Conspicaries

Aitana writes: Here I am rolling in dust trying to impress Mummy Matilde but she doesn’t care: this is the usual promble. We had summer weather for a week.  Like all dust rolling in the sun, and I’m like being a donkey in the sun, and like who cares if I eat carrots?  I don’t … More The rain in Spain falls mainly on us