It’s been a whirlwind couple of months with getting the fence in, (thanks to the guys in our youth group - you will never be forgotten).  In the midst of that, mom was in the hospital for a month and went through major surgery.  And the donkeys arrived.   So morning start EARLY here.  I generally wake up at 5:30am and trudge off to the coffee maker for my first cup and check in the weather while that’s starting to wake up my brain.   At sunrise I’m out to the barn to get the donkeys out of their stalls and into the pasture.  They are EXCITED to see me and HeeHaw as they hear me approach.   Once they are out I clean out their stalls, empty old water buckets and fill them with fresh water and wipe down the stall gates and latches. Keeping them as clean as possible will keep them working better for longer but in the barn, clean is a relative term.   Then it’s off to pick up poop out of the pasture.  This morning Waylon was very thoughtful and pooped right in the pile I was picking up.  W