This is my new outdoor office. When I need to think about what I’m writing, or what I want to write, I climb up the hill in the pasture, and I sit down and the donkeys come over and bump into me and nose my pockets for treats and nudge me, and then it quiets down and I can sit and look over the Black Creek Valley and think – no e-mail, cell or Facebook. Good for the soul. The donkeys support good writing.