Eventually, they bumped into our scrappy herd near the pond and Boo's excitement, impressively contained for a FULL 24 hours, overcame him. You must remember that Boo came to us as a wobbly 2 month old and his social encounters, beyond his mother, his People, and the cows - are few. Therefore - Boo was incapable of "handling" himself which means that in his overzealous attempts to make friends, he scared the crap out of the minis. His approach to friendmaking is to first stalk the potential friend, hurdle himself at top speed directly towards the potential friend and then skid to a sideways stop in their face. When the potential friend kicks him in the face, banshee screams, and runs - Boo takes the obvious next step towards successful friendmaking. He repeats the initial approach. So there it went for approximately one hour. Gallop, skid, stare, kick, scream. Repeat. I was lucky to catch a series of these attempts throughout the afternoon. Once again, the damn donkeys teach us a lesson: Don't come on too strong in any situation. Like, really. Don't. No one ever likes it.
One final note: our good buddy Jeff, self-proclaimed arborist, geologist, and naturalist, finally paid a visit to the land. After literally scaling trees and handling untouchable objects, Jeff's given us a comprehensive list of what the heck's growing out there; what to help flourish and what could seriously maim us. For example: all that poison ivy we've been so scared of is just Virginia Creeper. And all those rattlesnakes we've been avoiding are nothing compared to, as we now know, the dreaded water moccasin which will, according to Jeff, literally grow legs and chase you, find where you sleep at night, and bite you with fangs that are infested with bacteria from all the "dead sh*t they eat." Jeff, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for coming out. We give you first dibs on the property which is, obviously, now on the market.