Rosie in the campo
Written by Geoff Forster
There's a small field around 50 metres behind our house that we can take our donkey Rosie.
She enjoys running around, head down with a few two legged kicks. It always makes me smile. Like watching lambs playing leap-frog or a dog trying to fetch half a tree.
Not so bright today. A thin layer of high cloud keeping temperatures and light levels down a little from yesterday. No wind again so temperatures still in the 70's °F. The olive tree is old, twisted and knarled. The bracken two tone with burnt leaves and new green growth. Looks much better enlarged (click photo).
This is the back of Calle Cuartilla in Benarrabá. Beyond the houses the view north up the Genal valley.
I'll give Rosie an hour or two to eat some green grasses and plants. She always watches me leave with her head over the gate.
She enjoys running around, head down with a few two legged kicks. It always makes me smile. Like watching lambs playing leap-frog or a dog trying to fetch half a tree.
Not so bright today. A thin layer of high cloud keeping temperatures and light levels down a little from yesterday. No wind again so temperatures still in the 70's °F. The olive tree is old, twisted and knarled. The bracken two tone with burnt leaves and new green growth. Looks much better enlarged (click photo).
This is the back of Calle Cuartilla in Benarrabá. Beyond the houses the view north up the Genal valley.
I'll give Rosie an hour or two to eat some green grasses and plants. She always watches me leave with her head over the gate.
