Benny. the Burro

A burro. A donkey. An ass (c'mon...it's in the Bible.) A jackass (I especially don't like that one. It's my middle name...not jackass...just Jack. A horse pretender. A horse wanna-be.

Call it what you may...I've always felt a little sorry for the donkey. Once the burro lost it's old western identity as a pack animal...what good is it? People don't ride them...and they generally don't use them to pull the plow. So...what then?

I guess they keep them around because they're cute. On the spread where I took this picture...the owners have an old fashioned buggy. Maybe he pulls that.

I just barely spotted him because he was laying down on his side. He was framed nicely by the trees on top, and the fence on the bottom. Maybe some thoughts were going through his day-dreaming donkey mind. "Why do people call me an ass? Why do they just assume I'm stubborn? Why do horses get all the attention?

On my flickr page today are a flower, a crane, and 2 picker bushes.

I am watching Wimbledon. I like, but not love, tennis. I mainly watch to hear the ladies (and some men) grunt. "AWWOWWWOOO!!!" "AWWEEE!!! UGGGHHH!!!
After every shot. They've tried and failed to get some players to tone it down. Funny.

Click it into LARGE to see the mohawk haircut on Benny. As if he didn't get laughed at enough.