A strong wind was blowing across the veld when I happened upon these donkeys huddled together facing away from the wind and the inevitable dust that comes with it.

They were clearly aware of my presence

After a few moments the one nearest me turned to observe what I was doing. In two ticks it decided to stroll across to have its nuzzle rubbed gently.

41 thoughts on “A HUDDLE OF DONKEYS

    • A lot of residents have resigned themselves to the presence of the donkeys and now reach out to them by patting them, providing water or even giving them a carrot or two.

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