It’s war. The donkeys versus me. I would like to think I am smarter than a donkey, but I know it isn’t really so. The donkeys are eating the barn, and I am plotting ways to stop them. I have battled with donkeys before, sometimes own, sometimes lost. I took some deep repellent out to the barn and sprayed it on the boards, and that slowed them down, but did not stop them. I am considered chicken wire, metal sheathing, hemlock boards, horse sprays that repel biting and chewing.

Round one went to the donkeys, they ate a good chunk of the barn wall. Round two to me with the deep repellent. Round three will be Ben’s arrival to help study our options. I am hoping the horse spray works. I like the chicken wire.  Still, the donkeys are waiting for me, jeering at me. They can intuit moods and intentions, and I know the minute I leave the barn they start gnawing. For the barn’s sake, I will win this battle of wits. I am smarter than an ass, I am.