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.”

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.