The Farmette Report

Off to the races

Not even 48 hours old, and Argus is already running circles around his mother! Yesterday, his specialty was hopping up and down and jumping backwards (the latter as he tried out his version of a two-legged donkey kick). Today, his past-time was running a short distance, turning on a dime, and returning. Repeated as often as possible. This clip shows one of his longer jaunts. This little guy is surely going to keep Molly on her toes.

It's a boy!

The newest member of our family is taking a rest, but he's not too tuckered out to wish everyone a very happy New Year! Argus, as it seems we have named him, is not always as calm as pictured here. No, indeed, he keeps all of us, especially his mama Molly on our toes with his antics. Y'know, it is one thing to read about how quickly donkeys (and equines in general) foal and how quickly the foals are standing, feeding, walking, etc, but it is something else entirely to see the critter go from shaky, wet newborn to fluffy, zippy speed demon in less than two days.

Sorry for not getting new photos up, but we had to get a new card reader for my computer. That's done now, and I'll start working on a photo gallery.

Here is a short something from G.K. Chesterton to entertain you while I figure out how to do a better job of posting videos to this site:

The Donkey

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

- G.K. Chesterton