Lost Donkey

I know what you are thinking. "It looks like some sort of circus parade." It does, doesn't it? Last Saturday, I went out to feed our animals and I kept thinking someone was "watching" me. You know how you get that feeling, like there is a set of eyes following you every which way you move? I felt that way. I ignored it at first, but then, I got to looking around trying to figure out why I felt that way. Peeking over the top rung of our fence was a cute little donkey face, staring right at me. This wasn't an ordinary sized donkey. This was, well, miniature. What in the world was a miniature donkey doing in the street looking on into my alpaca pasture? Was he lonely? Was he hungry? Was he lost? Yep, yep, and yep. I went to the back door and hollered at my husband to come out and help me while I tried to catch this little donkey. He was hungry and came up for food almost immediately. However, when he saw Tim trying to put a rope around his neck, he panicked and began to run down the street. We could hear another donkey braying at him from down around the corner. He made it to the end of our neighborhood when he found what he was looking for. My neighbor had just brought home a FEMALE miniature donkey. Too funny! The little one that showed up at our house was a MALE. He was happy at last and very easy to catch. We realized that he belonged to another neighbor down the main road. She was called and hurried over. She explained that he was not halter trained and didn't know how we could get him home. So, the circus parade ensued. Mind you that while all of this is going on, the rest of the neighborhood is coming out to find out what is going on (thus, the audience and camera). I walked in front of the donkey with a bucket of feed, my daughter was holding out carrots, my husband was pushing from the back side of the donkey (don't EVEN go there), and our other neighbor held onto the rope, somewhat trying to direct where the donkey was heading. Quite a show, huh? And you thought living in the country was boring...