When John went out around 9pm last night to let everyone out, he saw a new little guy in Ruthie's pen, on the ground & still wet.
This was this morning just about dawn
Right before John went out last night the donkeys were braying. As soon as they got out of their pens they surrounded the pen, gawking. This morning they were still gawking, when they came in from Burroland.
This was the first time he laid down, finally ran out of gas I guess. Looks like a little boy, from the little glance under the tail, Ruthie "allowed" me to look. Had to be quick, she is very good at going between anything she thinks doesn't need to be close to her little one. Looks like he will be about the color of his older brother, Ruger, a light tan.
We are waiting for the vet to show up to see Cisco about not being able to eat hay without quidding, Buddy has a sarcoid on his sheath & of course Jenny. When I saw the baby last night I thought of the old saying about, a door not closing without another door opening, or however it goes. I hope this little guy has a better life than Jenny's has been. She's never given up, which really makes this hard to face.