Thursday, October 15, 2015

A seasonal limerick


 Their interest in me is puzzling.



There's no longer a need for un-muzzling.



 What could they be seeking?

 

 Did they hear my knees creaking?



Nope. They're donkeys. They just want some nuzzling.



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9 comments:

  1. Farmer Barb10/15/15, 4:45 AM

    Like big, dusty dogs. Their intelligence is proven by their knowledge of who scratches best!

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  2. Janet10/15/15, 7:29 AM

    Like my dog when I go outside for 2 seconds and he thinks I've been away for a year.

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  3. Anne Boleyn10/15/15, 7:50 AM

    Sweet!

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  4. Anonymous10/15/15, 11:48 AM

    Nice.

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  5. Ethel10/15/15, 1:38 PM

    Love the haziness, the sun going down and those sweet kids wanting their butts and ears scratched!

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  6. Irmgard10/15/15, 2:36 PM

    My favorite limerick of all time! Especially in combination with these incredibly, stunningly beautiful pictures! The light, the grasses, a bit of dust kicked up by little donkey/burro hooves - awesome. P.S. Very happy for all parties concerned that you've reached the end of muzzling season. Yay, celebrate! :-)

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  7. Northern AB gal10/15/15, 8:39 PM

    Love, love, love these pics! and the limerick is pretty good as well :)

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  8. patio garden furniture10/15/15, 9:07 PM

    Nice! I agree, I love the haziness. Simple yet wonderful post!

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  9. An American in Tokyo10/19/15, 5:56 PM

    Aww, too cute! Please give them all hugs for me!

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