Brays Of Our Lives

Art: Party Animal by Robert Burridge

One of the larval humans celebrated a birthday in the garden today, and as a result there were teeming throngs of snack-laden humans clustering alongside the fence. (I was quite the attraction, if I do say so, and more than one guest would have gladly taken me home as a party favor had I been on offer.) One of the party activities was the establishment of a strawberry bed near my paddock, promising as a source of future mule snacks.

The downside: FarmWife has been too busy to write with me today. The upside: I got a piece of birthday cake. No frosting, hold the ice cream.

Party On,

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