Relaxed village life

We took coffee at a little bistro, on a photographic trip around the village Sunday. Leaving the house we were greeted by a half dozen sleepy looking donkeys, gently grazing such as they find on the narrow verges or hanging over the stock-proof garden boundaries. Snaps snapped we completed a circuit, passing ponies of similar alertness; one with a jackdaw picking its winter coat off  its back while it stood unconcerned. Unhurried ourselves, we got back to find the donkeys rather where we left them. The yearlings have fully adopted the low-energy lifestyle of their mothers and will be surprised shortly to find that they are pushed out of their comfort by the new arrivals now fattening those same jennies.