Anyway, I made a u-turn at the stop sign and parked on the side of the road whipping out my Nikon for a quick paparazzi moment. It didn't dawn on me until I was a few clicks in, that staring back at me through the lens was a donkey. Her hair was dark and she had these sad looking eyes. She looked at me as if to say "why do you want a picture of me?" and it made me sad. I liked her. She reminded me of me.
Some of the horses began to wander over toward me - they probably thought I had a snack - and soon she came over too. When she got close I realized she was just as big as the horses, very impressive little donkey.
If she were my donkey, I would name her Olive. Because Olive is an Irish name and today is what I imagine a day in Ireland would feel like. And she also sort of reminds me of a big black olive.