What was I thinking?
I should know by now that anything I take into the pasture is presumed to be a toy...
...until proven otherwise by my chief inspector.
Lucy wasn't interested until she saw Alan tasting it.
She wanted to be next in line if the new thing turned out to be food.
Alan: It has a metallic aftertaste. You wouldn't like it.
Alan: Take a picture of me with my new friend.
Lucy: Here comes trouble.
Alan: Finders keepers, losers weepers.
Alan: Grab the end, George. It's like a cone, with legs.
Another one bites the dust? Those two are so adorable in their antics.
ReplyDeleteAnd here's hoping you have a backup tripod or two!
Every good photographer needs assistants!
ReplyDeleteThey are hard wired for troublish fun aren't they...? Always a wonderful way to start the day, donkey style. Tell the herd the Cuckoos send October hugs. Oma Linda
ReplyDeleteGREAT twinkle in Alan's eye at spying the new toy in that second photo. Thanks for putting another smile on my face (at the expense of your tripod).
ReplyDeleteI just love that little black burro.
ReplyDeleteAlan loves that, was he upset when it was taken away?
ReplyDeleteChuckles from the first picture on. Alan takes charge of breaking things in. I think you stopped with the pictures just in time.
ReplyDeleteLove, love this team. Life is just filled with fascinating things ... and they don't miss anything!
ReplyDeleteLOL
ReplyDeleteSuch playful critters you have.
I'm new to your blog, but so far I just love it. The donks, the pig, all of it!
ReplyDeleteKisses,
Stella the Spanadora
Hopefully you were able to rescue the tripod before it went the way of the cones and flymasks!
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