I am a donkey. I live with my donkey son Morris and my donkey friend Matilde (who has a daughter Aitana who is a bit of a silly horse) on a donkey farm called El Parral in the mountains near Benidorm, the capital of Spain. We have a Peasant who looks after us: he brings our food, sweeps up, does odd jobs, and helps put on our Santa hats for the annual Christmas photo (as we can't put them on ourselves.) Once every eight years I bray. The other donkeys bray too often: if you don't have anything new to say, I can't see the point.
Rubí Donkey writes her Rubí Tuesday blog. Morris has been engrossed in the newspaper again. I should remind infrequent readers of my blog that Morris does the reading and I do the writting. Neither of us can do the other thing. While we were eating our evening straw, I asked him what he … More A burra explains the backstop
Rubí Donkey writes her Rubí Tuesday blog. So I will expalin about the drama of burra Matilde and the badnage. First I will expalin why we have to start any expalination with “So…” Morris donkey, who is one of the last listeners to BBC Radio 4’s Today programme, tells me that any expalination of … More The Burra and the Badnage
We have become used to Matilde’s plaintive mooing sound when she expects food. The cow noises directed at the Peasant seem to say, “Feed me now or I am going to fall over in a faint.” Moo.. oooh.. moooo… The Peasant is never impressed with such Matilde blackmail, and usually laughs as soon as she … More La burra avacada
Rubí Donkey writes her Rubí Tuesday blog. Did you ever wonder why donkeys bray? I certainly did. Whenever I looked at Matilde, Morris and Aitana braying, it seemed to me quite a ridiculous noise, unlike my purposeful aggressive snort which serves to protect the herd from any wild boar, squirrels or possibly lions. … More Bray barking for beginners, a reflection
Rubí Donkey writes her Rubí Tuesday blog. The Peasant flew off to London, weekend before last. Carl came to feed us. That nice police inspector from the Benidorm Policia Local came to collect manure on the Sunday morning, so we had some company for a while. But the absence of our Peasant meant a … More Our Peasant is revolting
Hello, it’s Tuesday so it must be the Rubí Tuesday blog! Today, Rubí donkey devotes her entire blogpost to the People’s March, with research by Morris Donk. (Remember Rubí doesn’t do reading and Morris doesn’t do writing.) Hello, today’s blog is all about the People’s Vote March on Saturday 20th October. Morris Donkey and I … More Saltus Fidei & the People’s Vote
Hello, it’s another Rubí Tuesday blog. This is just a short piece to celebrate the foals’ birthdays. It sounds a bit odd to still keep calling Morris my foal, as he is a big beefy boy who is bigger than me now, but he is always my Morris foal. Morris was born seven years ago … More Happy birthdays foals
When some donkeys – who should know better – get into the chicken pen, that doesn’t make them chickens. And if I write my Rubí Tuesday blog on a Wednesday that doesn’t make it a Wednesday blog. So this is my Tuesday blog on a Wednesday. A peasant in a chicken pen is not a chicken … More If you can’t stand the heat get out of the chicken
A great deal of information is available on the Internet on the subject of donkey care, but my Rubí Tuesday blog today is about the less well-known topic of caring for your peasant. Our particular peasant was recently sacked from his part-time teaching job, so he is now a full-time peasant and spends more … More How to care for your peasant
At last the rood norty weather has stopped. We have sunshine again in the Costa Blanca, which is what we expects. March and April have been a pain in the ass for donkeys. We spent most of it standing in the stable looking morose. We have a promble with the interweb thing and we cannot … More End of the rood weather
