It Was a Hoot

 

 

 

On my last day drive around West Virginia for a little "stop and start" photographing, I spied this red barn that I had admired many times on our treks to town. I liked the juxtaposition of the horses against the barn and the forest in the background. So I asked my trusty driver and "man" to stop so I could get out for a photo op. He obliged.

While photographing the horses, I was reminded of myself as a little girl making a clucking sound that used to bring the horses running for apples or sugar cubes. I had none but I clucked anyway.

All of a sudden this white donkey came determinedly toward me. I mean head down and hunkered. "Oh my", I thought. Now what. I don't have anything to feed him. But, he kept coming. I kept photographing.

I'm now standing straddled over a ditch where the night before the frogs were so loud that I thought the tires on the car were blowing out or something. Then we rolled the windows down and listened to a frog symphony all the way home.

Anyway, the thought of a frog jumping up my pants DID occur to me, but heck, I had bigger things to focus on - like this approaching donkey. So, when he stuck his head over the fence, I snapped a photo and jumped back. I felt so bad that he had come all that way and I had no gift.

I didn't look at the photo until we got home. And then we laughed. I swear he is grinning and has his eyebrows raised! What a hoot.........what fun.