Photos by Barry Wallace
I stopped to grab a picture of this wet and slightly bedraggled donkey on the 19th Sideroad last Monday morning. The look on its face seemed to ask: "Is this really necessary?" Below, it took a moment or two to clean its muddy feet and I thought this donkey was lucky it didn't have long white feathering on its lower legs like a Clydesdale, perhaps. It quickly gave up, took atep or two towards me and stared me in the eye (see photo at bottom). It was a gloomy and somewhat baleful look. We spoke briefly. I bid it adieu and wandered on my way.
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