It's 7.00 am and there's a chorus of brays as I arrive at the Isolation Unit to help 'muck out'. The braying has nothing to do with me turning up, but were the voices of donkeys waiting eagerly for their morning feed!
I gathered a wheelbarrow and tools and headed off to the first stable where I found George and Geoffrey, two inquisitive donkeys who inspected every corner to make sure it was up to their usual standard. After sweeping their yard, I gave them a cuddle before moving on to the next stable.
I often wonder where, or how, people choose names for their donkeys. Jenny is very popular, as is Jack. However, one of the donkeys who wandered over to see me was called Floss. Any guesses as to what her friend's name was? (post a comment below with your guesses!). Further on, I met another called Wonky Donkey.
I'm sure I saw at least three donkeys called David while I worked. One of them was a very handsome youngster even though he had the most floppiest ears you could ever imagine. This wasn't because he had been ill-treated - he was born with them.
After three hours, all the donkeys had been mucked out. Driving off, I glanced back and saw the donkeys happily grazing in their paddocks. All quiet no doubt until their evening feed!