Farmwife is in Maryland, where the people live by the motto, "fatti maschii parole femine". I believe this translates roughly to, "strong deeds, gentle brays".
I am a mule of strong deeds where hay is concerned--I can eat the heck out of those flakes, no questions asked, no hesitation. My hoof- and body-soreness make it hard for Farmwife to assess the strength of my deeds outside the paddock, since most of my surmounting of obstacles, towing of vehicles, fording of waterways, and toting of riders was done before we were acquainted, but I can tell you that Puck's deeds are stronger than mine in the paddock only where food is NOT involved. When he says scurry, I scurry. When he says move away from the fence, I move away from the fence. When he says get away from the hay, I say, "ears to you, buddy" and keep right on eating.
Farmwife departed WA under the impression that she might see steeplechasers, eventers, or jumpers in MD. The news is even better—she has seen a miniature donkey, not three miles from the house! She didn’t take his picture out of respect for his privacy so we’re sharing this art instead, from Uncle Jody’s dining room.
Wish Farmwife luck in making it out of the greater DC area without coming anywhere near tomorrow’s inauguration. No, thank you! We’re giving that scene a VERY wide berth.
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