The farm was quiet for a year or so, but not now, not really. We have a sweet morning ritual after breakfast. Maria and I go outside, and when Simon spots us – even if he is way up in the pasture – he lets loose with a rousing bray. The chickens come running and follow Maria closely into the barn. Then we all get together for some carrots, apples, brushing and feed.

Come and see donkeys braying, chickens running.