The Donkeys Arrive:Trog and other Animals

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Sean came and inspected our place to ensure its suitability for his girls. Passing the scrutiny, a day later they arrived. We had no choice but to offload them on the same hill that the cows had used. It was not as simple as the cows however, as the donkeys at first refused to budge. When they did move Sean yelled to Rod “Grab the rope! Don’t let go!” Without thinking Rod followed instructions and held on tight as the first donkey offloaded took off. Luckily it ran in through our front gate, gathering speed, the second following close behind. Rod held on tight, running,  jumping boulders in his path as the donkey took off into our little used paddock which was covered in young saplings. Rod, running downhill by now,  was in great danger of  being splattered by a tree or going for a tumble on the rocky ground. I could not stop the laughter welling up at the spectacle although, I knew at any minute a tragedy could unfold.

When finally the donkeys stopped running and we reached him Rod said “ I don’t know why I didn’t just let go. Once they were in the gate they weren’t going anywhere. I just didn’t know if there was a reason I had to hold on.”

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The donkeys soon settled in and Snowflake accepted them as company and the three were to be seen grazing together happily. Once they got used to a routine of being fed in the morning and in the evening if I was a bit late getting there they would loudly bray, a sound which could be heard for up to three kilometers, for me to come and feed them.

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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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6 Responses to The Donkeys Arrive:Trog and other Animals

  1. nina luz says:

    They’re beautiful. How lucky you are! 🙂

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  2. Glynis Jolly says:

    I’m not sure what attracts me to thing like donkeys but I sure do like them. Could it be the connection with Eeyore from the book Winnie the Pooh?

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  3. Donkeys are so special for us humans. You are indeed blessed, just found your blog I am following you now. Melody

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