Some horses and a donkey...

ON THE WAY TO MOM & DAD'S HOUSE HERE IN GEORGIA...there are many farms with fields and beautiful animals.  I stopped once and took some photos of the cows for a book for Jacque, but have not stopped since.  Until today.  I was on my way to pick up Sarah's littles, it was misting a bit and when I rounded the corner just before the 3-way stop I noticed how lovely the horses coats looked when they were damp.  I am sure they were not happy about being wet, but they were just standing out in the rain as if they didn't care, so I will go with they just didn't mind it so much.

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.