Alex talks to Alan and George...

...with her tail. 

Alan insists on being first through the gate

I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine...

...but if you don't, I'll flare my nostrils and pout.

Remedy for a heatwave

Waiting their turns at the water tank

Saturday encore ~ George and Alan play the "mom loves me best" game

This encore post is from May 4, 2016...when the pasture was dry and brown,
grazing muzzles weren't necessary, and it wasn't 85 degrees ... unlike yesterday. 

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George happens to take this round,
but I'm the real winner every time they play.

Alan stakes his claim on the dry spot

The burro and the beast

Playing with boys is beneath her dignity

Bite the tail on the donkey

Saturday encore ~ The language of ears

This encore post is from February 2011, a few days after Lucy's arrival. 

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Saturday morning, once the boys had finished up most of their breakfast, 

it was time to let George and Alan meet Lucy on the same side of the fence. 

I'll preface these photos – and there are many – by saying the herd 

quickly sorted itself out without any hoof-to-hide contact whatsoever. Whew.

I'll translate for those who don't speak "ears."

I let George into the corral first. He walked directly to the hay tub.
Some things are way more important than girls.

After he had a few nibbles and fortified himself, George decided
it was time to show Lucy he was #2 in this herd.

Lucy: You're delusional if you think I'm going to relinquish my position to you, Pipsqueak.

George: Yeah, you're probably right. Can't blame a guy for trying.

But determined little burro that he is, George decides to try again
and makes one more lap around Miss Lucy.

Lucy: Just who does he think he is?

George: Hmm...nice ass.

Lucy: Don't you dare speak to me that way!

George: Whoops. I may have crossed the line.

Lucy: I will not tolerate your insolent, disrespectful behavior. 
Do you hear me now?

George: Hail Mary, full of grace...

George: Save me, mom!

George: Our father, who art in heaven... 
Crap. I forgot the rest of the words.

Lucy: Do. Not. Mess. With. Me.

George: #3 isn't so bad...at least I'm not #4.

While George and Lucy were coming to an understanding,
Alan studied the situation and took notes.

1. Do not make rude comments about Lucy's rear end.
2. Prayers might come in handy...try to remember the words.
3. Girls rule.

Alan enters the corral and walks immediately to Lucy's hay tub. 

Having learned his lesson well, George exits stage right.

Lucy: You would do well to follow him.

Alan: But I'm just standing here being respectful and I didn't even touch your hay.

Lucy: But you were thinking about it. Now scram!

Alan: Since when is thinking a crime? I'm not going to take that kind of crap from her. 

Alan: Hey, George! You are going to back me up here, aren't you? George?

Alan casually walks around Miss Lucy,
pretending he's on his way to get a drink of water.

Lucy: I have eyes in the back of my head and don't you ever forget it!

Alan may be low man on the totem pole in this herd, but he got in the last word.