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Useful at last



After living at La Singalrie for 11 years at last the donkeys have a job to do. Not sure their up to it but there being given a permanent summer job of eating down the top section of one of our hay fields.

For a few years now a clover like weed has started to grow and take over patches of our hay fields and other fields around, It seems to like the wet humid conditions, however the hay cutter doesnt like it so cutting isnt an option. The cows ate it last year and will do again in a different field. The year before that we pulled up clumps and clumps of it filling the tractor bucket time and time again moving it out of the field to compost. This was hard work so were hoping that Vanille and Bambo are going to help by eating it before it seeds.

They left the security of the hanger today after an electric fence had been put up to stop them entering the rest of the field to be cut for hay, which by the shock I got from it today when testing to see if  it worked should keep them in. This evening the two of them are standing by the edge of the field in the direction of the field they have eaten down longingly looking at the hanger where there is no lush grass or trees to debark, no weeds or brambles to nibble at or dock leaves to munch around but then again they are hard done by donkeys who would prefer to stand in a hanger used by cows that is waiting to be cleaned out.
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