I was abandoned this week. Twice.

It started so well. The humans were celebrating, the male human was 60 years old, which as any donkey will tell you is seriously ancient. Well he would be on the Tuesday. But they started early. On the Friday they took me on an overnight trip to the Shibden Mill Inn near Halifax. Then a walk through the valley on the way back.

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There was even an owl box on the walk.

Then it was on to Halifax, to the Piece Hall, which is sadly deserted, and on to Hebden Bridge.

It was after that that things went wrong.

On Sunday night They took their daughters and their husbands and their son to a Brazilian restaurant. They tell me it was really good, all that meat being brought around. Personally I can’t understand all this fuss about meat, or cooking. What’s wrong with fresh grass, or hay with raw carrots. Humans and their cooking, it isn’t natural. Not natural at all.

After that the oldies went for a few days in Skipton. I was supposed to go with them, but I was forgotten, left here to await their return. They enjoyed it. Here are some of their pictures. I hope they don’t forget me next time.