
On Mondays, one of my favourite things to do now is to take the toddlers to see the animals at the first farm. The first time that we all went by the chicken coop, as we were standing there, suddenly the donkeys came over the hill towards us. For some reason, it struck some of the babies as a scary sight, and one by one, they started to cry. We gathered them up together, and we walked over to the riding pasture. I thought for sure that they would also be afraid to ride the horse, but no, each one was very eager to climb on, and each one rode the horse sitting very still with complete joy. Yesterday, I had the privilege to ride with them, and I think that part of what they love is to be up so high on the horse. They loved looking around, and maybe it was nice for them to finally get a better view from higher ground. And lastly, it is interesting to me how even a baby can tell the difference between a horse and a wild donkey, and loves and trusts the one, and fears the other.

















