Equus Asinus

Rubí Donkey writes her Rubí Tuesday blog.

 

 

 

 

Autumn te tum te tum,
Hooray! bray bray!
It’s a bark bray day,
Bark bray bark, ho hum.

The Rubí Autumn Song: copyright Mrs Rubí Barker-Bray (2019)

The Peasant has worked hard through the summer to brush away the last of our thick winter coats. They were late hanging on this summer, no matter how much rolling in the dust that we did.  And he has got us looking nice and glossy coated, and Matilde sparkling with a galaxy of dapples.  Just in time to start growing new winter coats.

«Are you starting growing your winter coat yet?» I asked Aitana, shortly after I noticed today is autumn Tuesday.

«How do I do that?» she asked.

«You just concentrate. Think about cold winter winds and frosty early mornings with cold ears. Braying at the house when the Peasant is late with our breakfast. And – hey bray bray – a winter coat happens.»

«And how do I concentrate?» she asked.

«Silly horse!»

So here are some of the photos that Alys took on her holiday before going back to the whales. I don’t know why she lives with whales, as the Peasant hasn’t explained that one.  I expect she’s studying how whales bray?

Alys spent some time concentrating on the Morris straw throwing technique.  Is she making a comparative study with the way whales eat their straw? Morris pulls out a bundle of straw and throws it into the air, or over Aitana and me, then eats off the ground.

If the Peasant wanted us to walk in our food, he would put it on the ground in the first place.  Still, it amuses Morris and that’s what we are all here for.

Here’s the Morris menace in his morning job: standing at the fence next to the house shouting at the Peasant to bring carrots and breakfast.  This usually works as long as the Peasant isn’t too engaged in shouting himself, at the radio.  But I undertand John Humphrys is retiring from the Radio 4 Today programme, so this shouldn’t be a promble for much longer.