<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538</id><updated>2011-09-16T15:07:58.363-05:00</updated><category term='babies and donkeys'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Woods Edge Farm Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-3588531025973083439</id><published>2011-04-07T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:45:03.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_vIqOZnqVw/TZ50qrUGA8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/_mRMsma_mbY/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593036063771067330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_vIqOZnqVw/TZ50qrUGA8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/_mRMsma_mbY/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early spring brings beautiful blooms, fragrance and the promise of rebirth. Sometimes we even get a rare glimpse of the creatures around us. We had a visitor the other day, striking to see up close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take some time this spring to appreciate the beauty we have been given. It is a good way to lower your stress and raise your appreciation of what we are blessed with, right outside our door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-3588531025973083439?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3588531025973083439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=3588531025973083439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/3588531025973083439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/3588531025973083439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2011/04/early-spring-brings-beautiful-blooms.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_vIqOZnqVw/TZ50qrUGA8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/_mRMsma_mbY/s72-c/DSC_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-4507378484844361853</id><published>2011-01-10T10:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:17:51.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TSs_C1ao0nI/AAAAAAAAApU/A_kWcD77SVQ/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560607482850103922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TSs_C1ao0nI/AAAAAAAAApU/A_kWcD77SVQ/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TSs-2tnmuKI/AAAAAAAAApM/uX2WFW0lv7Q/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560607274598578338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TSs-2tnmuKI/AAAAAAAAApM/uX2WFW0lv7Q/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TSs-uDVIQqI/AAAAAAAAApE/qGX3B_ixK38/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560607125807841954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TSs-uDVIQqI/AAAAAAAAApE/qGX3B_ixK38/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rarely do we get much snow in northern AL, but this year has proved not to be the norm. To our surprise, we had a beautiful white Christmas, followed by our first big snow in years during Jan. The animals moved a little slower in the 7 1/2" of snow, but managed to venture out for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-4507378484844361853?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/4507378484844361853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=4507378484844361853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4507378484844361853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4507378484844361853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-snow.html' title='The Big Snow'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TSs_C1ao0nI/AAAAAAAAApU/A_kWcD77SVQ/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-1300398942803869087</id><published>2010-09-01T08:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:30:57.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TH5VeauW1TI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2hfRvub6RsQ/s1600/Ford%27s+house_519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511936975006258482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TH5VeauW1TI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2hfRvub6RsQ/s320/Ford%27s+house_519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TH5RdHvagMI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6o2XUX5lz6g/s1600/Ford%27s+house_518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511932554684039362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TH5RdHvagMI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6o2XUX5lz6g/s320/Ford%27s+house_518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new addition, Oscar A. Alpaca. The donkeys are fascinated with him and Oscar is fascinated with them. We think they will become good friends quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-1300398942803869087?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/1300398942803869087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=1300398942803869087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/1300398942803869087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/1300398942803869087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-new-addition-oscar.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TH5VeauW1TI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2hfRvub6RsQ/s72-c/Ford%27s+house_519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-2126770907636135211</id><published>2010-08-03T10:02:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:42:01.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trimming, Worming and Elmer's Glue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TFhBYzvV83I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Bk-6zW4G3Qg/s1600/Summer_357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501218839294505842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TFhBYzvV83I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Bk-6zW4G3Qg/s320/Summer_357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TFhBYkhJGMI/AAAAAAAAAnw/n-nPeDVkbM8/s1600/Summer_351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501218835208411330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TFhBYkhJGMI/AAAAAAAAAnw/n-nPeDVkbM8/s320/Summer_351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our donkeys have their summer look now, a little fuller from grazing and beautiful, slick, short coats that are deep in color and shiny, like they have been freshly groomed (with the exception of a recent roll in the dust areas). We love to see them this way, especially compared to their long, shaggy look during the cooler months. With the high heat we have experienced all summer, the short coats are much better for them, too. Touching up their coats and manes with scissors, now and then, keeps them neat and tidy. That is an easy chore since they enjoy the personal attention and don't mind it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worming, like trimming hooves, can go very smoothly, or be quite a task. The interesting thing is we never know who exactly may decide they really prefer to be left alone and don't want anything to do with the worming medication. Bill gets to do the actual worming, while I am there to offer feed so they at least have something positive to associate with the experience. They are more than happy to run up to us when they hear me shaking the feed can, so we don't have to halter them for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't blame the ones who aren't especially fond of worming paste, if you are old enough, think back to elementary school and imagine a nice, big mouthful of something that is a cross between paste and glue. I am aging myself at this point, but when I was in elementary school, we had two essential items, Elmer's glue with the bright orange top, and the short jar of thick paste with the little applicator inside. In fact, our parents didn't have to spend a week's grocery money on back to school supplies. I don't remember even taking pens or pencils, we had it all at our desk, along with small, metal scissors, a ruler, some paper and our glue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were moving right along, wishing the donkeys would stay in one spot so we could be sure that everyone got their mouthful, when it was time to do the jacks. Crockett, fairly dependable in his attitude, stood still while Bill squirted the gooey stuff into the side of his mouth. Last, but not least, was Bamboo. Bamboo can behave quite gentlemanly, or he can let us know from the start that he does not intend to take part in this, thank you very much. He didn't run away, but refused to hold still or open his mouth. He was not unlike a child at the dentist, sitting in the chair with teeth tightly clenched. Now, Bill is a very determined man, who is often heard mumbling to himself, "it's the principle," as he wrestles with an animal who not only outweighs him, but in the case of our llamas, stand far taller. Bamboo was not going to get by with his refusal, and after several botched tries, we put a halter and lead on him and he took his meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of our animals have now been wormed, a necessary part of preventative health care, so we have some time until we get to do it all over again. Thank goodness the llamas can be wormed without using the worming paste. When they decide that thick, gooey, Elmer's-like white stuff is not for them, believe me, all we can do is duck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-2126770907636135211?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2126770907636135211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=2126770907636135211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/2126770907636135211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/2126770907636135211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/08/trimming-worming-and-elmers-glue.html' title='Trimming, Worming and Elmer&apos;s Glue'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/TFhBYzvV83I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Bk-6zW4G3Qg/s72-c/Summer_357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-5242479357548693139</id><published>2010-04-20T09:53:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T07:32:34.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farrier Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was farrier day at our place and sometimes there is little need for words when pictures tell a good story.&lt;br /&gt;Our farrier brings a sense of curiosity, excitement and sometimes a little dread to the donkeys, but they are always interested in what he is doing, especially when it is not their turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462239195937560946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83Fm8gS2XI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Mi7g9CeIOmQ/s320/So+much+fun+watching+the+farrier.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger had the most fun with him and decided to playfully take advantage of a great target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462234176373216642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83BCxK5VYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IalT1yyAxEY/s320/Ginger+considering....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83DmMi5a9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/anrbRhPjO64/s1600/Ginger+about+to...2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462236984040319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83DmMi5a9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/anrbRhPjO64/s320/Ginger+about+to...2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83C4p38aeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zz6F0O3V_dk/s1600/Maybe+just+one+little+nibble.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83CjRPto-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/y5UqBfaKp4s/s1600/Maybe+just+one+little+nibble.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462235834250798050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83CjRPto-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/y5UqBfaKp4s/s320/Maybe+just+one+little+nibble.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our farrier told me he has the most fun trimming these little donkeys after dealing with large horses. Yesterday was no exception and we had some good laughs while he worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While sitting down to rest after the back bending work, he was warmly thanked by Ladybug. Ahh, gotta love em!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462238646964777058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83FG_a-8GI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nMllRXA7jR4/s320/A+sweet+thank+you!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-5242479357548693139?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5242479357548693139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=5242479357548693139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5242479357548693139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5242479357548693139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/04/farrier-day.html' title='Farrier Day'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S83Fm8gS2XI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Mi7g9CeIOmQ/s72-c/So+much+fun+watching+the+farrier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-94785807770272913</id><published>2010-04-12T07:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:49:03.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S8MWgC9aaTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ui3JUJYwJLc/s1600/Learning+about+donkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459231913109252402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S8MWgC9aaTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ui3JUJYwJLc/s320/Learning+about+donkeys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S8MWffXmM8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/azmcdBREt0I/s1600/children+with+donkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459231903555400642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S8MWffXmM8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/azmcdBREt0I/s320/children+with+donkeys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Springtime is always such a pretty time of year and the perfect excuse for a picnic in the yard. We were delighted to have some family and friends with their precious children share a beautiful afternoon with us last week. It was a good opportunity to visit the animals and learn a little more about donkeys. The children were gentle and enjoyed the hands on time. The donkeys, always ready for attention and love, enjoyed it, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-94785807770272913?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/94785807770272913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=94785807770272913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/94785807770272913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/94785807770272913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/04/springtime-is-always-such-pretty-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S8MWgC9aaTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ui3JUJYwJLc/s72-c/Learning+about+donkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-4698269068601919321</id><published>2010-04-06T10:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:23:49.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S7tRcZzI_QI/AAAAAAAAAlY/74cAZpDqVZ0/s1600/Ford+and+Eliz+pretending+to+be+with+Matt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457044921893059842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S7tRcZzI_QI/AAAAAAAAAlY/74cAZpDqVZ0/s320/Ford+and+Eliz+pretending+to+be+with+Matt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While pretending their brother, unable to be with us, was in this picture with our son and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;, we realized Bamboo made a great stand in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-4698269068601919321?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/4698269068601919321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=4698269068601919321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4698269068601919321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4698269068601919321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S7tRcZzI_QI/AAAAAAAAAlY/74cAZpDqVZ0/s72-c/Ford+and+Eliz+pretending+to+be+with+Matt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-5660388276241645053</id><published>2010-03-19T19:44:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:57:45.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S6QgbfAyBdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/NsB0db9xj4E/s1600-h/One+of+the+Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450517105578477010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S6QgbfAyBdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/NsB0db9xj4E/s320/One+of+the+Girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is one of those wonderful, almost spring days where the sky is blue, the trees are budding out and the birds sing all day. It is the kind of day that I don't want to end and I am thankful to be alive and outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucy, our boxer, walks with me and we often go down one of the country roads nearby. On that road, I get to enjoy seeing horses, cows, sheep and a pair of bloodhounds that begin announcing us before we see them and continue until we are out of sight. But, there is one sight along that walk that I don't like. We pass a black lab mix dog, by himself in a pen behind a garage, who always seems lonely and sad. He is well fed and has water and shade, but is always in his pen alone and I have never seen anyone paying any attention to him or allowing him out of the pen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today he found freedom. I am unsure how or why he got out, but there he was, free and wandering around nearby the area where he lives. His expression was so different, and being a male, he was interested in watching Lucy. Normally, if we approach the side of the street near his pen, he cowers and turns away, tail tucked and head down. Today, he was confident, alert and walked towards us for a better look. I wanted to tell him to run and escape while he could, but I know that would be just another stray around the country neighborhood. As we left, he remained in the yard near his home, waiting on his owner to return. I walked away hoping he would at least have the rest of the afternoon to enjoy life outside the chain fence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at home, I watched our donkeys and llamas enjoying each other and the freedom of spacious pastures. The chickens got to free range and our three dogs stayed outside with me the rest of the afternoon, enjoying this near perfect spring-eve day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-5660388276241645053?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5660388276241645053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=5660388276241645053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5660388276241645053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5660388276241645053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-one-of-those-wonderful-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S6QgbfAyBdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/NsB0db9xj4E/s72-c/One+of+the+Girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-5403842785417714617</id><published>2010-03-05T14:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:17:59.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, one reason we like the south!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S5Fm4bU45wI/AAAAAAAAAko/UaSASm65fKQ/s1600-h/daffy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445246544061720322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S5Fm4bU45wI/AAAAAAAAAko/UaSASm65fKQ/s320/daffy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-5403842785417714617?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5403842785417714617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=5403842785417714617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5403842785417714617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5403842785417714617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahhh-one-reason-we-like-south.html' title='Ahhh, one reason we like the south!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S5Fm4bU45wI/AAAAAAAAAko/UaSASm65fKQ/s72-c/daffy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-424316409367327608</id><published>2010-03-02T13:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:17:17.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>White Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S41j2H-MIUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/c48_xlxf0GQ/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444117306064773442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S41j2H-MIUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/c48_xlxf0GQ/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S41jr-L0VAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Fu3YsAelnH0/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444117131638887426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S41jr-L0VAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Fu3YsAelnH0/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sunny weekend was followed by an early March snow. The donkeys are not used to snow and while their nice, warm coats are enough to keep them happy, they decided the comfort of some shelter was a little better. They only came out to see if I happened to bring any food along with me this morning.  It won't last long with the next few days bringing sunshine and warmer weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-424316409367327608?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/424316409367327608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=424316409367327608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/424316409367327608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/424316409367327608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/03/white-stuff.html' title='White Stuff'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S41j2H-MIUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/c48_xlxf0GQ/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-8888381710376563485</id><published>2010-03-01T15:30:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:23:43.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443784904014334802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S4w1hx1oi1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/B9NtFyd-xA4/s320/Bam+and+Lu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443786587193601330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S4w3DwK17TI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JpxpfHdOKy4/s320/bam+and+lu+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443787403102233970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S4w3zPqnpXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vs1C2ISo8JA/s320/bam+and+lu+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arch has finally arrived after what seems like a long winter. While we don't see much snow, we have had months of cold weather with weeks of grey days this season. On a recent sunny day, our boxer, Lucy, followed along while I did my chores.  She loves the donkeys and llamas and enjoys every chance she gets to play her favorite game of chase with them. She is delighted if they chase her and usually tries very hard to initiate the game. Recently while cleaning sheds, I was trying to get Bamboo to come to me so I could brush him and caught the game beginning. He is definitely high on Lucy's list of friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy March!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-8888381710376563485?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8888381710376563485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=8888381710376563485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8888381710376563485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8888381710376563485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/03/m-arch-has-finally-arrived-after-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S4w1hx1oi1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/B9NtFyd-xA4/s72-c/Bam+and+Lu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-7679108784496442454</id><published>2010-01-19T10:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:43:09.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naptime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S1Xg-ilP_wI/AAAAAAAAAig/BeK-6fFa7fw/s1600-h/CHRISTMAS+09_328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428492290904555266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S1Xg-ilP_wI/AAAAAAAAAig/BeK-6fFa7fw/s320/CHRISTMAS+09_328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January brought some very cold temps here in the south, along with some dark, cloudy days. The first sunny days with warmer temps were enjoyed by humans and animals alike! Funny how the 50's seem so cold at the beginning of winter, but feel so much better after the teens and 20's. Before long, we will be wondering where the winter went and enjoying spring.....followed by high humidity and scorching days. Hmmm, these cold days aren't so bad after all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-7679108784496442454?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7679108784496442454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=7679108784496442454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7679108784496442454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7679108784496442454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/01/naptime.html' title='Naptime'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/S1Xg-ilP_wI/AAAAAAAAAig/BeK-6fFa7fw/s72-c/CHRISTMAS+09_328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-814284868466079956</id><published>2010-01-01T09:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:55:28.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/Sz4abwOxGNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zFZlX2p3Ans/s1600-h/pics+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421800065506285778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/Sz4abwOxGNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zFZlX2p3Ans/s200/pics+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wish the best for you in 2010 and hope it brings good health, joy and happy animals! Open the new calendar and put the old one away, along with any disappointments and sad memories. Find something every day to be thankful for and do something that makes you happy. Make a fresh start and count your blessings, that is our motto for this new year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-814284868466079956?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/814284868466079956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=814284868466079956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/814284868466079956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/814284868466079956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-wish-best-for-you-in-2010-and-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/Sz4abwOxGNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zFZlX2p3Ans/s72-c/pics+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-5960104520840875587</id><published>2009-12-05T08:10:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:19:10.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow on the roses, and the donkeys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SxsiWYlHDiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-6_KMM5Pqzs/s1600-h/Roses+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411957145166351906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SxsiWYlHDiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-6_KMM5Pqzs/s200/Roses+in+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SxsiWIwKFFI/AAAAAAAAAho/30uFy-aOKo0/s1600-h/Sept+flowers_203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411957140917720146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SxsiWIwKFFI/AAAAAAAAAho/30uFy-aOKo0/s200/Sept+flowers_203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, for those of us who enjoy seeing snow, we awoke to a nice white covering this morning! The donkeys were out of sight, but soon came into view and hurried to the fence in hopes of some breakfast. Due to our summer rains, we still have some green pasture, but it was well hidden under the pretty dusting of snow. We have to look quickly, the sun is now out and the snow will soon be a memory. But, for all of the children (young and old!) in northern AL who rarely see it, this glimpse of snow was a nice December treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-5960104520840875587?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5960104520840875587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=5960104520840875587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5960104520840875587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5960104520840875587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-on-roses-and-donkeys.html' title='Snow on the roses, and the donkeys!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SxsiWYlHDiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-6_KMM5Pqzs/s72-c/Roses+in+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-7121266298909490269</id><published>2009-09-18T22:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:46:49.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SrROBNPiudI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rl693sptWkE/s1600-h/Bamboo+Smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383013237256272338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SrROBNPiudI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rl693sptWkE/s200/Bamboo+Smiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen a donkey smile? Thanks to our friends Nancy and Darryle snapping this picture, we have proof they can! Bamboo must have been very happy to see them  because he met them at the gate with a big smile. He was either lonely without us and happy to see them, or he assumed maybe they were bringing him treats. Thanks, Nancy, for catching him in the act!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-7121266298909490269?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7121266298909490269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=7121266298909490269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7121266298909490269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7121266298909490269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/09/bamboo-smile.html' title='Bamboo Smile'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SrROBNPiudI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rl693sptWkE/s72-c/Bamboo+Smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-7380666544879216066</id><published>2009-09-12T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:27:02.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenceline Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SqvVJeHTDsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UPJfT13R6uc/s1600-h/visiting+at+the+fence.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380628538503401154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SqvVJeHTDsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UPJfT13R6uc/s200/visiting+at+the+fence.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can usually identify our donkeys by their brays without looking. Sometimes as the symphony begins, it is hard to tell exactly which ones we are hearing, but a lone bray is fairly easy. While working outside one day, I realized that I was hearing an unusual bray, one that I couldn't identify as one of ours. All of the donkeys in the back pasture had congregated along the side fence, which divides our property from the farm next door. At first glance, it was a funny sight. There was a cluster of animals, all different sizes, small to large and it was hard to see which side they were standing on. Our donkeys had answered the standard donkey next door and everyone seemed to have their noses pressed against the fence. The two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neighbor&lt;/span&gt; donkeys were with a very large horse. They stayed in a group for awhile, then the crowd broke up and the visit ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donkeys truly are sociable little animals and as I watched them walking away, it was obvious the donkeys and horse next door were buddies, too. I now often see them following one another or standing near each other. Never do I see them standing alone, just as our animals prefer eating, sleeping or just hanging around close to the other ones. I guess like us, life really is richer with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-7380666544879216066?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7380666544879216066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=7380666544879216066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7380666544879216066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7380666544879216066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/08/fenceline-friends.html' title='Fenceline Friends'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SqvVJeHTDsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UPJfT13R6uc/s72-c/visiting+at+the+fence.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-4726235614143988915</id><published>2009-08-20T10:50:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:46:51.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy Days, Sunny Days and Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/So15dhjNxQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lgPEvVwUMXQ/s1600-h/Woody+looking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372083478652110082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/So15dhjNxQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lgPEvVwUMXQ/s200/Woody+looking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the weather radar has always interested me. With the summer tropical storms moving across it, the size of each storm can be an impressive sight. When we are safely inland and only receive a few winds or rains, the storm is only of passing interest. But, to those directly in it's path, an upcoming storm can be pretty frightening. At times they seem to come out of nowhere, at other times there is plenty of warning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is much like that radar screen. Some days we see nothing but clear blue skies, other days are totally cloudy, but sometimes there are those days with large storms which we dread coming straight towards us, yet have no way to escape. With the serious illness of my Dad, the storm seems to be building with no sign of blue sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, while watching Woody run circles early this morning, I was reminded how carefree and happy he is. Running at full speed, cutting corners and making circles was a delight to him and enjoyable for me to watch. It was a little glimpse of happiness, like the beam of sunshine through the clouds that is there each day when I pay attention and look for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bible says we are to think and meditate on the pure, worthy and good things. We are not to hold in our burdens, but give them to the only One who can help. Surely the little glimpse of a happy foal, much like those little breaks of sun on a cloudy day, are worthy reminders of the clear skies that are sure to follow the storms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-4726235614143988915?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/4726235614143988915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=4726235614143988915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4726235614143988915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4726235614143988915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/08/cloudy-days-sunny-days-and-storms.html' title='Cloudy Days, Sunny Days and Storms'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/So15dhjNxQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lgPEvVwUMXQ/s72-c/Woody+looking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-820929665499187584</id><published>2009-07-20T08:10:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:02:31.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Type A's and Timids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SmRwTe_M1yI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5-kdT0KFfNg/s1600-h/group+at+gate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360532936515704610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SmRwTe_M1yI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5-kdT0KFfNg/s200/group+at+gate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like people, donkeys come in all sorts of colors, shapes, sizes and personalities. Personality differences really show up during feeding, grooming, shots and worming. The Type-A's, as I call them, will knock each other down to race to the feed trough when the food bucket appears, while the more timid will stand back and hope to get a spot where they can at least grab a few bites. During hoof care, the A's fuss and wiggle and do all they can to escape while the easy going donkeys stand obediently and seem not to be bothered by it all. When it comes to shots, whew, we really appreciate the donkeys that stand still and get it over with quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Type-A's are really fun to watch, being extra full of themselves while playing and entertain us with their antics. They let us know when we are brushing how much they really need a good brush and are quick to lean in to our reach, making sure we see them (as if we can miss them), pressing closer and 'gently' moving whomever is getting brushed at the time. They are a bit of a challenge to deal with at times, but can be just as loving and adorable as their laid back counterparts. Sounds like some people I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-820929665499187584?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/820929665499187584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=820929665499187584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/820929665499187584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/820929665499187584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/07/type-as-and-timids.html' title='Type A&apos;s and Timids'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SmRwTe_M1yI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5-kdT0KFfNg/s72-c/group+at+gate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-8456421333531245449</id><published>2009-06-17T08:28:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:05:59.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders, the birth of Woody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/Sjj1IUogXnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9bR4W86PcAk/s1600-h/Sweet+Pea+delivery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348294080828825202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/Sjj1IUogXnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9bR4W86PcAk/s200/Sweet+Pea+delivery.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/Sjj06Xp2jYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4rAN8wF-Vm8/s1600-h/mom+n+baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348293841121611138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/Sjj06Xp2jYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4rAN8wF-Vm8/s200/mom+n+baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is nice when our jennets exhibit the signs of an impending delivery. Sometimes we "read" the signs and sometimes we don't. We have been surprised by a new, little, fluffed out foal in the morning and had the enjoyment of watching a birth from start to finish. This is usually a time during which there is a little uneasiness, but a lot of excitement. Yesterday was the second time this spring I was home and watching at just the right time. Our new Mom cooperated wonderfully, giving me several warnings that it was almost time to deliver, so I kept an eye on her most of the day. She rewarded me with a smooth delivery around 4:00 pm, and I watched as this feisty little jack was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like human Moms, some jennets seem to have a harder time delivering than others. Whether it is due to age, previous experience or some unknown factor, they have their own little way of foaling and sometimes it is lengthy, other times it is fast. This birth was a fast one and there was no time to be nervous, on my part! Usually, the new foal rests a bit, then struggles to his or her feet and sticks close to Mom, eventually figuring out where that first meal comes from. Not so with this little fella! He delivered in full motion, ready to meet the world and everything in it. He was on his feet within 15 minutes, then proceeded to wobble around getting his 'wits about him,' before taking off to explore. He wandered all around, with Mom and us nearby, keeping a close watch on him. We did the necessary care and placed the two of them in a clean stall so SHE could get some rest. I think this little jack is going to be full of himself and fun to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether it is a tiny new chick, slowly pecking it's way out of an egg, or a fully formed miniature donkey, able to stand, nurse and walk around within a short time of being born, I am still in awe at the wonders God has given us on this earth and thankful for the opportunity to be reminded of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Woody is now listed on our website.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-8456421333531245449?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8456421333531245449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=8456421333531245449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8456421333531245449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8456421333531245449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonders.html' title='Wonders, the birth of Woody'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/Sjj1IUogXnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9bR4W86PcAk/s72-c/Sweet+Pea+delivery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-2060382317238885239</id><published>2009-05-15T09:39:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:07:05.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All In the Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SiCHur7rh2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/L3HtVptljuA/s1600-h/Blog+Emma+n+Ariel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341418394198181730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SiCHur7rh2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/L3HtVptljuA/s200/Blog+Emma+n+Ariel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SiCHmJCJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MRExIpQLJ5I/s1600-h/Ben+n+Ariel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341418247391144578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SiCHmJCJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MRExIpQLJ5I/s200/Ben+n+Ariel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is Ariel. No discussion, no thinking about it, no wondering if that is the correct name. At least, not in the mind of a two year old. Our Granddaughter, affectionately called Baby Emma, which is no longer true since she has graduated into toddlerhood, named our newest jennet without any hesitation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naming our animals is sometimes difficult. We go back and forth, throwing out names to consider while watching them to see if something jumps out that will be the deciding factor. The name will go on the donkey registry and be with them for a long time, so it needs to be one that fits. That is one of the delights of being a two year old. They are not weighed down in their thinking with the what-ifs and maybe-nots. Two year olds just say it like it is, or like they think it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we agreed that Ariel is just right. We will soon have two more foals and the naming process will start once again. Maybe the new foals will inspire us with a name that will fit just right. But, now we have a source that we can turn to, just in case we can't come to a decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, did I mention we also have Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella clucking around in the chicken coop? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ariel can be seen on our website&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-2060382317238885239?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2060382317238885239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=2060382317238885239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/2060382317238885239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/2060382317238885239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-in-name.html' title='All In the Name'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SiCHur7rh2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/L3HtVptljuA/s72-c/Blog+Emma+n+Ariel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-3322230082869242571</id><published>2009-05-12T08:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:29:15.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SgmGJY8f8_I/AAAAAAAAAck/3PYh9acKYGA/s1600-h/Baby+and+Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334942729470211058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SgmGJY8f8_I/AAAAAAAAAck/3PYh9acKYGA/s200/Baby+and+Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is in full swing and has brought new life around our little farm. The flower beds are full of growth, like old friends returning for another season ready to show off their color. Bluebirds have been busy building nests and raising their babies, the chestnut colored thrasher is darting in and out of an old rose shrub and the mockingbird has made a nest in a barberry bush just outside of our bedroom window. The pastures are deep green and the trees have filled out, new life is all around us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For us, the sweetest sight has been the birth of a new little jennet, two weeks old today. She is healthy and frisky, running around with her heels kicking up in the air, anxious to greet us for some attention and love. This may sound typical of most miniature donkey foals, but this one is a little different. What sets her apart is that she was born to Cocoa, the same jennet who rejected our sweet Huck in early 2008. It was not without a lot of discussion and some disagreement that Cocoa was allowed to breed again, but research and encouragement from seasoned breeders gave us hope and encouragement. While all foaling is exciting and a just a little wary, this one was met with anxious anticipation.  Thankfully, it was by far the quickest and easiest (at least for us!) birth and Cocoa must have read the book on how to deliver! It is hard to describe the relief and joy that were felt as soon as baby was born and momma immediately smelled, nuzzled and began cleaning her up. Within a very short time, both were on their feet and the best sight of all was the baby by her side, nursing for the first time! Cocoa has proven to be a wonderful mother, caring for her foal and watching over her every move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the new life this spring has been a blessing to watch, but this little life is certainly special. While we won't ever forget the loss of little Huck, it is very heartwarming to see a new beginning, this time with a happy ending! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-3322230082869242571?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3322230082869242571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=3322230082869242571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/3322230082869242571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/3322230082869242571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-is-in-full-swing-and-has-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SgmGJY8f8_I/AAAAAAAAAck/3PYh9acKYGA/s72-c/Baby+and+Mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-5633380296344176151</id><published>2009-04-07T08:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:37:25.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SdtXAOiBZgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q2bGV6DR9nk/s1600-h/donkeys+from+dessert+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943046080783874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SdtXAOiBZgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q2bGV6DR9nk/s200/donkeys+from+dessert+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Donkeys were written about in the bible quite often. One footnote in the Life Application Bible calls them "pick-up trucks of the Old Testament" because of their usefulness in transportation of both people and goods. It has been stated they are mentioned 142 times. One of the most significant was the triumphal entry of Jesus into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday. The importance of this is the gentleness and humbleness of Christ, who came into this world to teach us how to live and to save us. How fitting the use of a donkey, who was not showy and respected, but gentle and used to serve mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Behold your King is coming to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lowly, and sitting on a donkey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wish you a very Happy Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-5633380296344176151?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5633380296344176151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=5633380296344176151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5633380296344176151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5633380296344176151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/04/donkeys-were-written-about-in-bible.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SdtXAOiBZgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q2bGV6DR9nk/s72-c/donkeys+from+dessert+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-4282430904127115407</id><published>2009-02-18T14:20:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:04:11.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SZ3tEoeKghI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cV7Dq65zNYc/s1600-h/daddy+and+time+out+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304656599951507986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SZ3tEoeKghI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cV7Dq65zNYc/s200/daddy+and+time+out+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't mean to look, but I just couldn't help myself. Our two year old Granddaughter had just been placed in time-out, a little corner of the rug behind where I was sitting. I was trying not to acknowledge that she was in trouble with her Momma, but I had to take a peek. She was sitting obediently, looking straight ahead with the cutest little expression, somewhere between being guilty and being innocent of whatever the offense was that landed her in time-out. She didn't turn her head, but instead turned her eyes and caught me watching her while trying not to laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw that same look yesterday, while chasing Daddy back to his own pasture. Our farrier  visited and somehow Daddy got into a pasture he was not supposed to be in. Since another jack was in the next field, Daddy took full advantage and ran to the fence to assert his presence! I grabbed a feed can and shook it, which brought every donkey in that field to me, except for Daddy, who began running the fence line with Crocket on the other side doing the same. Each time I got close to him, he turned and ran in a large arc with me chasing behind him, trying to get him to turn away from the fence. This soon became a game to him. As I approached, he stood very still, allowing me get about 6 ft from him before he took off in the opposite direction. Several times I saw him look just like our Granddaughter in time-out, head held straight, but eyes watching me, so he could take off again at just the right time. I was getting worn out and mumbled a few threats, wishing I could put HIM in time out and leave him there for a couple of days! His hunger finally got the best of him and he got in line behind the girls as I led them all to the gate and put him back into his pasture. I scolded him for being such a bad boy and told him he was lucky I didn't lock him up in the stall. Or, at least make him sit on a rug somewhere in time-out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-4282430904127115407?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/4282430904127115407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=4282430904127115407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4282430904127115407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4282430904127115407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-out.html' title='Time-out'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SZ3tEoeKghI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cV7Dq65zNYc/s72-c/daddy+and+time+out+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-8638932037088356710</id><published>2008-12-01T21:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:22:30.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Glimpse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/STS2u8L8ncI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Fley6QfE6uw/s1600-h/llamas+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275041981104168386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/STS2u8L8ncI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Fley6QfE6uw/s320/llamas+in+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/STS2uUkXvwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/emA4_dfC0Es/s1600-h/weanlings+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275041970469191426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/STS2uUkXvwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/emA4_dfC0Es/s320/weanlings+in+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving has come and gone and December rolled in with a day of snow showers! Snow is a rare sight in northern Al, so we enjoyed watching the animals and the snow. The donkeys in the back pasture shared the shed with our four llamas, giving all of them shelter from the wet snow and wind. This was the first time we have seen them actually inside together. It is nice to know they get along so well. In each pasture, the donkeys stood inside the sheds. Maybe they are true Southerners and decided it was too cold to be out!  The middle of the week may bring temps in the 60's, but, at least for today we had a little touch of winter to welcome December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-8638932037088356710?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8638932037088356710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=8638932037088356710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8638932037088356710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8638932037088356710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-glimpse.html' title='Snow Glimpse'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/STS2u8L8ncI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Fley6QfE6uw/s72-c/llamas+in+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-5512150421902125844</id><published>2008-11-18T22:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:30:22.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SSOV8iarfrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Yi7swmxv8RI/s1600-h/Sunning+in+the+fall+sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270220856217009842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SSOV8iarfrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Yi7swmxv8RI/s320/Sunning+in+the+fall+sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would like to wish you a wonderful Thanksgiving and hope you will take this time to remember all of your blessings, as we will. Enjoy your family and friends and don't forget a treat for those special animals in your life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha, Bill and all the critters at Woods Edge Farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-5512150421902125844?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5512150421902125844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=5512150421902125844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5512150421902125844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5512150421902125844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SSOV8iarfrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Yi7swmxv8RI/s72-c/Sunning+in+the+fall+sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-1701471075438494915</id><published>2008-11-02T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:31:10.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264277103513825906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SQ54ImIp8nI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KpCzsdrHlC8/s320/Nov+08+pasture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;November has arrived with cool nights and gorgeous days. The donkeys are beginning to wear their winter coats and look fluffy and warm. Isn't it wonderful how the the animals are taken care of? Almost overnight, their sleek summer coats become soft and thick, a buffer to cold winds and rain. They are enjoying the cooler weather, often running for no other reason than to enjoy the day, sometimes napping in the warm afternoon sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our newest jack, Bamboo, is now happily residing in the pasture with several of the girls and our four llamas. He was very curious around the llamas and tried several times to get close enough to see exactly what they were. After some brief chases, he became bored with it all and they are now ignoring one another and grazing as usual. Donkeys are adaptable and usually after a short time they seem to feel right at home with other animals, even those they have not been around before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is never a shortage of chores to be done when you have animals and this weekend was no exception. No need for entertainment with Bill trying to worm the llamas on Saturday! He wrestled them into a head lock and tried to be sure they swallowed the paste. We have been told there are better ways. We now believe it. But, he got the job done without any of the worming paste being spit out or onto him, thankfully. Today, we trimmed hooves on a few donkeys, which he is learning to do very well. I reminded him how much money he was saving us and he reminded me he could probably spend twice that much at a chiropractor later this week for his back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-1701471075438494915?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/1701471075438494915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=1701471075438494915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/1701471075438494915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/1701471075438494915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-november.html' title='Happy November'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SQ54ImIp8nI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KpCzsdrHlC8/s72-c/Nov+08+pasture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-9206046610371246998</id><published>2008-09-19T23:35:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:56:37.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Donkeys Join Our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SNSE-BUnwEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BagZRGUtszU/s1600-h/New+donkeys+Sept+15++08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247965666835152962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SNSE-BUnwEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BagZRGUtszU/s320/New+donkeys+Sept+15++08+016.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SNSFAY6--yI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gflq7-VUd94/s1600-h/Ginger+LEFT+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247965707529812770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SNSFAY6--yI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gflq7-VUd94/s320/Ginger+LEFT+side.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A recent trip through WV ended up in neighboring Ohio where we bought two new additions to our donkey herd. We were excited to not only find a new spotted jennet, but a handsome jack that is exactly what we were hoping to one day find! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long drive from OH back to AL, with the pain of several stops to fill our truck (ouch), all is well and the new donkeys have settled in beautifully. Our little Izzy has bonded with Ginger and they are now inseparable. It is so much fun to watch the young ones explore, eat and run together. Both are newly weaned, so the timing was just perfect. Our new jack has been checking the place out and is the center of attention from our jennets, gelding and our jack, Crockett. There has been a whole lot of "talking" going on, some of it at night! But, things are beginning to quiet down and soon everyone will fall into their little routines and friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be nice if humans could adapt to change as well as these little donkeys, maybe we could learn a thing or two from them, with the exception of the braying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-9206046610371246998?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/9206046610371246998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=9206046610371246998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/9206046610371246998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/9206046610371246998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-donkeys-join-our-family.html' title='New Donkeys Join Our Family'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SNSE-BUnwEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BagZRGUtszU/s72-c/New+donkeys+Sept+15++08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-4631669310521509208</id><published>2008-09-01T13:26:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:20:00.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September,      Happy Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SLyer-M0leI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kkBcJ-SjXD4/s1600-h/Sept+1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241238544620754402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SLyer-M0leI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kkBcJ-SjXD4/s320/Sept+1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't seem possible that Labor Day is here and we are headed into fall. September in the south is not exactly cool, but the nights will soon stay in the 60's and the days will be in the 80's, rather than the 90's. The donkeys run and play a little more as the days cool and the llamas will begin to graze longer, rather than rest by the fan in the barn. Fall brings a welcome change and we look forward to the deep blue skies and the rich fall colors. We hope your family enjoys this Labor Day and that you will take a little time to watch as the season changes from summer to fall! Now, about that humidty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-4631669310521509208?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/4631669310521509208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=4631669310521509208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4631669310521509208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4631669310521509208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-happy-labor-day.html' title='September,      Happy Labor Day!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SLyer-M0leI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kkBcJ-SjXD4/s72-c/Sept+1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-6761660175476904384</id><published>2008-08-22T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:49:35.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SK93f5bbzDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/q0mN60q64Z8/s1600-h/blk+n+white+cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237536281530715186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SK93f5bbzDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/q0mN60q64Z8/s320/blk+n+white+cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SK93gVOCo4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/F5ckBA-Bc80/s1600-h/woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237536288990733186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SK93gVOCo4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/F5ckBA-Bc80/s320/woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our favorite things to do is head to the porch first thing in the morning to enjoy a cup of coffee and a little break before starting the day. We take a quick look around, scanning the pastures to see where all of our animals are and enjoy the (slight) cool of the morning. On a recent Saturday morning, we were settling into our chairs, coffee in hand and brains slowly awakening, when we noticed something new. Out in our back pasture, happily munching grass, was a beautiful black and white cow! At first glance, it looked like just another donkey, except for the color, the fact that it was not a donkey and we don't own any cows! Our donkeys didn't seem to mind and continued to graze, but kept an eye on the cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the Feb. tornado, we have some large trees that had to be removed from the fence line. This left huge mounds of earth and root systems close to the fence on one side, and a large portion of tree trunk on the other. We decided to follow the cow to discover how she came over for a visit from the neighboring farm. We never knew cows were so agile! She began to move quickly across the pasture, cutting through the woods, up the 'ramp' of the root ball, over the top of the fence and down the other side on the fallen tree trunk. It was a funny sight to see and obvious that she knew exactly how to cross over from field to field. Thankfully, our jack was too busy keeping watch on the jennets in the pasture to realize he could follow the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fence has now been raised to prevent any more strange looking 'donkeys' from showing up in our pasture. Now, we can enjoy our cup of coffee and look out on our farm without any surprises, until the animals devise a new plan and figure out a way to come and visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-6761660175476904384?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/6761660175476904384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=6761660175476904384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/6761660175476904384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/6761660175476904384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/06/visitor.html' title='Visitor'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SK93f5bbzDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/q0mN60q64Z8/s72-c/blk+n+white+cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-5659111523445290357</id><published>2008-07-30T14:55:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:07:33.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies and donkeys'/><title type='text'>Babies and Donkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SJMNMic2cHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q0wTOcuiFx4/s1600-h/em+with+tori+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229538101364682866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SJMNMic2cHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q0wTOcuiFx4/s200/em+with+tori+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SJMNM7qrj0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/o58mmKVor9E/s1600-h/em+with+tori+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229538108133576514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SJMNM7qrj0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/o58mmKVor9E/s200/em+with+tori+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SJMNM3tKykI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CEpCJHeuy8s/s1600-h/Emma+touching+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229538107070270018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SJMNM3tKykI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CEpCJHeuy8s/s200/Emma+touching+closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are often asked how the donkeys are around children. Of course, we do not suggest that children are allowed around them unattended, but people are often surprised how gentle a miniature donkey really is. Since our grandbabies have been around our animals often, they are comfortable with our donkeys and our donkeys seem to recognize them. There is curiosity from both sides when they visit the pasture. The animals crowd close by, maybe in hopes of a treat or a nice pat or two. The babies are very interested and seem to have no fear, even when they have a donkey's face coming in close for a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to imagine during a recent visit from our grandchildren how large the animals must appear to them and how small the little ones must appear to our animals! On one of our stroller walks into the pasture, we stopped to watch as the donkeys came up to see us. One of our mature jennets, Tori, came very close, stopped and studied them. Our granddaughter instinctively knew to be very quiet, raised her arm slowly and waited, as if she was inviting Tori to come a little bit closer. Some form of communication took place because Tori thought about it, then as our granddaughter's small hand waited, she leaned in just close enough to be reached, and stood perfectly still. It was very sweet to see a toddler gently and quietly patting a donkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope our grandchildren will grow up knowing and respecting animals and that they will make some good and lasting memories along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-5659111523445290357?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5659111523445290357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=5659111523445290357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5659111523445290357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5659111523445290357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/07/babies-and-donkeys.html' title='Babies and Donkeys'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SJMNMic2cHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q0wTOcuiFx4/s72-c/em+with+tori+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-8368918023166859262</id><published>2008-07-13T14:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:18:48.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Don't Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SHpemQvNIAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OcK7IGsz3Kg/s1600-h/donks+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222590729310511106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SHpemQvNIAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OcK7IGsz3Kg/s320/donks+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two long summers with drought conditions, we are thrilled to be blessed with some rain this summer. The grass is growing and, except for their dust bath areas, the fields are green, which is good news for our grazing animals. Due to the fact that miniature donkeys get fat easily, we try to refrain from feeding much supplemental feed and rely on good grass in the summer months. The rain is welcome and the animals don't seem to mind being wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to see how they react when it rains. Some continue to graze, as if they didn't notice the rain, others stand under trees, or go into a shed if the rain comes down hard. We have never quite figured out why they go where they do, but they seem to have favorite spots. At times, it is frustrating to see them standing in pouring rain, rather than going into to a nice, dry shed. But, they decide and we don't try to change their minds. We have noticed the same ones go to the sheds, no matter which field they are in, while others refuse to go in a shed, so it must be 'personal preference,' not unlike humans. Wherever they go, we are so thankful for the rain and hope it continues throughout the summer, providing us with green fields and happy donkeys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-8368918023166859262?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8368918023166859262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=8368918023166859262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8368918023166859262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8368918023166859262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Don&apos;t Go Away'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SHpemQvNIAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OcK7IGsz3Kg/s72-c/donks+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-6448474672877411091</id><published>2008-06-10T07:34:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:29:43.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SE6K9pOc3SI/AAAAAAAAALw/cxcnl_P5FnE/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+and+balloons+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210254610557361442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SE6K9pOc3SI/AAAAAAAAALw/cxcnl_P5FnE/s320/Memorial+Day+and+balloons+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SE6K-Uzp35I/AAAAAAAAAL4/mioChLJsHL4/s1600-h/lADYBUG+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210254622256127890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SE6K-Uzp35I/AAAAAAAAAL4/mioChLJsHL4/s320/lADYBUG+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing quite compares to standing with a Grandbaby by your feet, or Grandtoddler since she is almost two, with her face staring up at you, arms stretched over her head and a look that says, "pick me up, pick me up." It is just an unwritten law that a Grandmother will stop almost anything and pick that little child up into her arms. A wave of love sweeps over me as I pick her up and I am reminded what a blessing it is to have Grandchildren! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little donkeys can create a wave of their own. While guarding the gate at the pasture, so the tractor could pass through without any donkeys tagging along behind it, I noticed the donkeys have a way of getting our love, too. It is somewhat like standing in the ocean, far enough into the water that the waves gently move you, yet shallow enough they don't knock you down. The donkeys come up behind us, gently bumping our legs, then looking up as if to say, "pet me, pet me, pet me." Ladybug is more like the big wave that suddenly appears from nowhere and can knock you right off of your feet if you are not standing firm! She was as tiny as a little bug when born, thus her name, and from the minute she could stand and walk, she migrated towards us, leaning into our legs for attention and love. How could we resist? During her first few months, it was almost impossible to walk by without petting her, creating a little demanding donkey who now thinks anyone in the pasture must be coming to shower her with love. We have tried to teach this little girl some manners, often stepping away so she must stand on her own without using us as a post! But, she is still hard to resist as she looks up, only asking for a pat or a rub and pressing through the other donkeys to be sure she gets close enough to get her share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandbabies and donkeys can lift our moods and make us smile, even after a long day. They both create waves of love that sweep over us and cause us to reach out and offer a little of that love back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-6448474672877411091?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/6448474672877411091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=6448474672877411091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/6448474672877411091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/6448474672877411091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/06/waves-of-love.html' title='Waves of Love'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SE6K9pOc3SI/AAAAAAAAALw/cxcnl_P5FnE/s72-c/Memorial+Day+and+balloons+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-8611707858790301771</id><published>2008-05-09T19:53:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:13:10.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZulECkfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sXy3jso5l3c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589632882840050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZulECkfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sXy3jso5l3c/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZvFECkgI/AAAAAAAAALA/xIf8YmxYvXY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589641472774658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZvFECkgI/AAAAAAAAALA/xIf8YmxYvXY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZv1ECkhI/AAAAAAAAALI/YtY0_sCZcIs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589654357676562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZv1ECkhI/AAAAAAAAALI/YtY0_sCZcIs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZwVECkiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oKdbNwRBo-0/s1600-h/Competed+Barn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198589662947611170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZwVECkiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oKdbNwRBo-0/s320/Competed+Barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCT2gFECkbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/88ckt60M0XQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCT2glECkcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/r8bQaY6BO_w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly, our new barn was up and standing in less than two days! The donkeys and llamas were as fascinated as the humans, walking through it often and observing the crew as they worked. Finally, we have a big enough space for everyone in that pasture to get out of bad weather and hot sun, a safe and dry foaling sight plus storage space. After the tornado, our shed was not rebuilt, leaving one small stall for protection. Our donkeys prefer to stand under the trees during most storms, but the barn offers a much drier and safer alternative, especially during severe weather. We were able to test it yesterday as tornado and severe thunderstorm warnings blared from the emergency weather radio and TV. The animals seemed quite content to remain inside without any problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next step will be the construction of the stalls. That may take a little longer than it took a 6 man crew working full time on the outside. But, for now, it is nice to know we have a big enough shelter for quite a few of our animals, and on occasion, a few humans, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-8611707858790301771?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8611707858790301771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=8611707858790301771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8611707858790301771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8611707858790301771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-barn.html' title='A New Barn'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SCUZulECkfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sXy3jso5l3c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-7587160935645858804</id><published>2008-04-30T18:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:29:04.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to Bee Sting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBj-8qngs3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jNXHTHvQqz4/s1600-h/spring+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195182488357483378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBj-8qngs3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jNXHTHvQqz4/s320/spring+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBj-9Kngs4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-Sx3bE3mHeo/s1600-h/Bee+Sting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195182496947417986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBj-9Kngs4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-Sx3bE3mHeo/s320/Bee+Sting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We said goodbye to Bee Sting on Sunday. She was a faithful friend to Huck and a sweet little donkey, but it was time for her to return to Half Ass Acres. Bee Sting has quite the personality and could handle any donkey or llama who attempted be her boss. We had grown very fond of her and tried our best to talk Dayle and Joe into saving us the trip back by selling her, but they are also very fond of her, so home she went. Bee Sting gave us a lot of entertainment, along with caring for Huck every day of his short life. She led the llamas one evening on a big run, beginning with one, then weaving in and around the others until all four llamas were running after this little donkey! When she stopped, they stopped, when she ran, they ran. She is definitely going to be a great mother and at the top of the donkey pecking order! We will miss that funny bray and cute little donkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-7587160935645858804?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7587160935645858804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=7587160935645858804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7587160935645858804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7587160935645858804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-to-bee-sting.html' title='Goodbye to Bee Sting'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBj-8qngs3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jNXHTHvQqz4/s72-c/spring+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-99656704898231749</id><published>2008-04-25T10:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:58:46.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBH7vangs2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yK0gZJZ6Rok/s1600-h/Huckie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193208637352358754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBH7vangs2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yK0gZJZ6Rok/s320/Huckie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, we lost our little Huck last night. While we tried to prepare ourselves that it might happen, it doesn't make any difference and we both have heavy hearts. It was over quickly, his little lungs just became too weak. Huck was a very special little donkey who has left a sense of loss on our farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going through this with Huck has taught us many things, some that only experience can teach. It also brings to mind that if you don't want an animal that you will fall in love with, then don't chose miniature donkeys. They have a way of finding a place in your heart, a sweet addition most of the time, a sad reality when one is lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all of you who have worried and cared about him, as we have. And, also to those of you who even prayed for him. "Then God said, Let the earth bring forth the living creature according to its kind: cattle and creeping thing and beast of the earth, each according to its kind. And it was so.....And God saw that it was good." Genesis 1:24-25.  We agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-99656704898231749?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/99656704898231749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=99656704898231749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/99656704898231749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/99656704898231749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-ending.html' title='Sad Ending'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBH7vangs2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yK0gZJZ6Rok/s72-c/Huckie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-5905622328660731990</id><published>2008-04-24T14:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:52:18.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barn Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBDhWqngs1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/N6-038kxCwY/s1600-h/Barn+Construction+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192898149871563602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBDhWqngs1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/N6-038kxCwY/s320/Barn+Construction+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBDgRqngszI/AAAAAAAAAJg/45vvLxQRbwI/s1600-h/Barn+Construction+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192896964460589874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBDgRqngszI/AAAAAAAAAJg/45vvLxQRbwI/s320/Barn+Construction+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBDgUKngs0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Z8n-ujWc3dY/s1600-h/Barn+Construction+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192897007410262850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBDgUKngs0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Z8n-ujWc3dY/s320/Barn+Construction+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the tornado removed part of our small barn, we decided it was time we build a 'real' barn. Within the last two months, we have needed more stalls, which our new barn will provide. The barn materials arrived on a flatbed truck this week, stirring up quite an interest with our animals. Since the driver had to drive across three pastures, everyone was well aware of the strange truck passing through. With the materials here, the next step will be the set-up crew, then the inside construction will begin (our job!).   It will be an ongoing job, but one we look forward to.  Hopefully, the February tornado was the last one that will take a path across our property! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huck is still holding his own, after the incident of the milk in his lungs. His breathing is still labored, but we feel the antibiotics will kick in and soon he will be feeling better.  His job right now is to eat and fatten up.  As the picture above shows, he was not too ill to make sure everything was right with the truck tires, along with the llamas checking out the load!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-5905622328660731990?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5905622328660731990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=5905622328660731990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5905622328660731990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/5905622328660731990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/barn-building.html' title='Barn Building'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SBDhWqngs1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/N6-038kxCwY/s72-c/Barn+Construction+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-3894959192858141722</id><published>2008-04-23T06:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:25:37.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Close Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SA8jbqngsyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w6JzFJS8jB4/s1600-h/Cocoa%27s+Baby+jack++born+feb+27+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192407853584921378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SA8jbqngsyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w6JzFJS8jB4/s320/Cocoa%27s+Baby+jack++born+feb+27+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miniature donkeys are sturdy, healthy animals with a long lifespan. But, at times, they can encounter health problems that must be attended to right away. Bottle feeding has specific challenges, and no matter how we try, we can't take the place of God's design for a jennet feeding a foal. Huck accidentally became choked while drinking, resulting in milk in his lungs. Since they are not very efficient at coughing to clear their lungs, pneumonia could possibly develop quickly. After calling our vet, we began him on a round of antibiotic injections. His breathing is still irregular after 24 hours, but we are optimistic that he will fully recover. This little donkey is likely to be a tough and sturdy adult, once we get him past these early months. We sure hope he lives up to his title of, "the little donkey who wouldn't quit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-3894959192858141722?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3894959192858141722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=3894959192858141722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/3894959192858141722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/3894959192858141722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/close-call.html' title='A Close Call'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SA8jbqngsyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w6JzFJS8jB4/s72-c/Cocoa%27s+Baby+jack++born+feb+27+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-4696876682116500455</id><published>2008-04-20T21:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:12:23.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAwAF7-dhxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d-W6r7snvEs/s1600-h/April+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191524572450359058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAwAF7-dhxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d-W6r7snvEs/s320/April+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAwAGL-dhyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fOXU2wxMxz4/s1600-h/April+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191524576745326370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAwAGL-dhyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fOXU2wxMxz4/s320/April+08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the perfect spring day, sunny and warm, a deep blue sky and birds singing. The new green leaves are filling out and the drought of last year is just a memory, at least for now. The foals ran around in little bursts of energy, then found a nice shady spot and napped. Our good friends visited from out of state and we entertained them in what we think is the best way to enjoy the day, outside watching our animals and holding donkey babies. The day ended with the smell of a freshly mowed pasture, the sounds of an owl and a whippoorwill, topped off by a full moon. What a perfect day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-4696876682116500455?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/4696876682116500455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=4696876682116500455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4696876682116500455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/4696876682116500455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAwAF7-dhxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d-W6r7snvEs/s72-c/April+08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-7547441650766676412</id><published>2008-04-17T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:00:56.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Isadora, "Izzy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAffauXn9sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FdoOrnzZ5Is/s1600-h/Sweet+Pea+and+Izzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190362745784497858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAffauXn9sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FdoOrnzZ5Is/s320/Sweet+Pea+and+Izzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How nice to see our new foal, Izzy, running little circles around mom, kicking her heels and frisky! She is all fluffed out with a pretty sheen in the sunlight this afternoon. They enjoyed some pasture time on this beautiful day, while all of our other donkeys watched from nearby pastures, curious over the new addition to the farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-7547441650766676412?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7547441650766676412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=7547441650766676412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7547441650766676412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7547441650766676412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-isadora-izzy.html' title='Sweet Isadora, &quot;Izzy&quot;'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAffauXn9sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FdoOrnzZ5Is/s72-c/Sweet+Pea+and+Izzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-7617455859725935581</id><published>2008-04-17T06:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:53:57.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>A Sweet Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAc7keXn9nI/AAAAAAAAADc/Mjq0nqvUNZ0/s1600-h/spring+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190182593381267058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAc7keXn9nI/AAAAAAAAADc/Mjq0nqvUNZ0/s320/spring+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAc7leXn9oI/AAAAAAAAADk/bUQAHEykkSE/s1600-h/spring+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190182610561136258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAc7leXn9oI/AAAAAAAAADk/bUQAHEykkSE/s320/spring+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Pea gave us a beautiful baby girl! She is dark like her sire and has the nice, shorter head from both parents. She is still wet and new in these pics, Mom and baby doing fine. We have named her Sweet Isadora, Greek for "a gift." Every new foal is truly a gift and we are thankful for each one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-7617455859725935581?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7617455859725935581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=7617455859725935581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7617455859725935581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7617455859725935581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-surprise.html' title='A Sweet Surprise!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAc7keXn9nI/AAAAAAAAADc/Mjq0nqvUNZ0/s72-c/spring+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-7961372909710781682</id><published>2008-04-16T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:42:08.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Long Now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAbFyOXn9mI/AAAAAAAAADU/HnbQ6NNPni8/s1600-h/spring+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190053087232390754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAbFyOXn9mI/AAAAAAAAADU/HnbQ6NNPni8/s320/spring+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Pea is almost ready! She is our smallest jennet, 29 1/2" tall, and she has all the signs of foaling within the next day or two. We have learned to watch the jennets for the obvious signs, full milk sacs and withdrawing from the others. But, Sweet Pea is one of our biggest eaters, devouring every bit of food she can find. Today, she actually left some food and walked away. We are now on real alert and will be checking her often. She has foaled before without any problems, so we are not anticipating any this time, yet, we always feel relieved once the foal is on the ground and Mom and baby are doing well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-7961372909710781682?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7961372909710781682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=7961372909710781682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7961372909710781682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/7961372909710781682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-long-now.html' title='Not Long Now....'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAbFyOXn9mI/AAAAAAAAADU/HnbQ6NNPni8/s72-c/spring+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-773019834152508766</id><published>2008-04-13T18:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:13:49.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huck Gets A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAa_9-Xn9lI/AAAAAAAAADM/kvy5IBAIVTM/s1600-h/Bee+Sting+guiding+Huck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190046692026086994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAa_9-Xn9lI/AAAAAAAAADM/kvy5IBAIVTM/s320/Bee+Sting+guiding+Huck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAa-juXn9kI/AAAAAAAAADE/N4XC3vG8v8Y/s1600-h/Bringing+home+a+friend+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190045141542893122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAa-juXn9kI/AAAAAAAAADE/N4XC3vG8v8Y/s320/Bringing+home+a+friend+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orphaned or rejected foals have the need for companionship, so they will grow up and behave as their counterparts with moms at their sides. To do this, we needed a young donkey to spend time with Huck. All of our donkeys were adults at the time Huck was born. Thanks to the most generous offer from Joe and Dayle Haworth of Half Ass Miniature Donkeys in Tn, Huck got a new friend, Bee Sting. They could not stand the thought of this little donkey alone, without a friend. So, off we went to visit Half Ass and pick up Bee Sting! Of course, it was very cold that morning, so we decided he should ride in our truck to stay warm, rather than the trailer. Thankfully, he behaved like a gentleman and there were no messes en route. Bee Sting has become a loyal companion, offering Huck advice on where to walk and when to move, even if he doesn't ask for it! She stays near him at all times, brays and becomes agitated if we remove him from the pasture or take him out of her sight. Thanks to Bee Sting, we feel like Huck will grow into a normal, well adjusted donkey without the behavior problems he could develop if he depended primarily on humans for his companionship. They now spend part of the day with several of our other jennets and everyone is getting along just fine. Thank you again, Joe and Dayle, for loaning us your sweet little Bee Sting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-773019834152508766?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/773019834152508766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=773019834152508766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/773019834152508766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/773019834152508766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/huck-gets-friend.html' title='Huck Gets A Friend'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAa_9-Xn9lI/AAAAAAAAADM/kvy5IBAIVTM/s72-c/Bee+Sting+guiding+Huck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-8558224422887070626</id><published>2008-03-15T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:25:02.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woods Edge Huckabee, the little donkey who wouldn't quit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAFppOXn9XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o4D6X2rirwU/s1600-h/Donkey_Baby_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAFppOXn9XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o4D6X2rirwU/s320/Donkey_Baby_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188544402660259186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAFo7-Xn9WI/AAAAAAAAABI/CPVJ5QyKwVk/s1600-h/One+week+old+and+separated+from+mom-+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAFo7-Xn9WI/AAAAAAAAABI/CPVJ5QyKwVk/s320/One+week+old+and+separated+from+mom-+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188543625271178594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 27 is our daughter's birthday and always a happy time. This year, we had another birthday, our new little jack was born to Cocoa. It was a very cold day with snow showers, a rare sight in Alabama. Cocoa foaled just after lunch that day, but it was not without a difficult time. She decided soon after that she did not want to nurse this little donkey. We tried for days, but the only way she would nurse him was with us standing by, holding her so that she would not bite or kick him away. It was very sad to see him try over and over, only to be refused by her, but this little guy was determined! After one week of us holding her every few hours around the clock so he could nurse, we realized she was not going to change. It was time to separate them. So, we began bottle feeding him. With the help of some wonderful donkey breeder friends and our vet, we learned a lot about how to feed and care for him. The first weeks were a bit of a strain on us, late night and frequent feedings throughout the day, but it soon became manageable. After a few days filled with worry, he began eating well from the bottle.  He soon learned the sound of the gate opening meant he was about to be fed and usually trotted over, greeting us with his little baby bray! He is now (April) 6 weeks old and doing well.  With careful attention to his eating and health, we hope he will thrive and do well. This is one donkey baby we will not soon forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-8558224422887070626?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8558224422887070626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=8558224422887070626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8558224422887070626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/8558224422887070626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/03/woods-edge-huckabee-little-donkey-who.html' title='Woods Edge Huckabee, the little donkey who wouldn&apos;t quit!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAFppOXn9XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o4D6X2rirwU/s72-c/Donkey_Baby_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066496502922034538.post-1992018721047980467</id><published>2008-03-15T21:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:42:06.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAKYquXn9gI/AAAAAAAAACk/U9rlzbGOy8E/s1600-h/sheds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188877580453279234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAKYquXn9gI/AAAAAAAAACk/U9rlzbGOy8E/s320/sheds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAKRPeXn9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/fPGklwAatko/s1600-h/Side+Pasture+Damage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869415720449506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAKRPeXn9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/fPGklwAatko/s320/Side+Pasture+Damage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAKRP-Xn9fI/AAAAAAAAACc/D9I3Eg7RZZU/s1600-h/Tornado+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188869424310384114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAKRP-Xn9fI/AAAAAAAAACc/D9I3Eg7RZZU/s320/Tornado+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is usually an uneventful time around Woods Edge Farm, with Valentine's Day and our daughter's birthday the only notable days of the somewhat dreary month. This year proved to be different as our farm was in the direct path of the Feb 6 tornado, one of many tornadoes in several southeastern states. We were not injured and still have our home, but the tornado did not cross our farm without leaving a trail of damage. Many large trees were ripped out of the grown, limbs were broken and all of our donkey sheds had their roofs torn off. Our home also had enough roof damage to require a new roof. The three sided shed attached to our small barn, a favorite spot for our donkeys during inclement weather, was completely destroyed. We were amazed and very grateful that none of our animals, including our miniature donkeys, llamas and chickens, were killed or harmed.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a tornado is not something we will soon forget, nor the fear of such a strong force that swept across our farm that night. Even in these weeks of repair and cleanup, we remember the outcome could have been far different and are very thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066496502922034538-1992018721047980467?l=woodsedgetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/feeds/1992018721047980467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066496502922034538&amp;postID=1992018721047980467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/1992018721047980467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066496502922034538/posts/default/1992018721047980467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodsedgetales.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-tales.html' title='February Tales'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04787320691943389822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHHUggDm9ts/SAKYquXn9gI/AAAAAAAAACk/U9rlzbGOy8E/s72-c/sheds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
