Feeding time is singing time. There are songs of hope, of welcome, of demands and of thanks. The voices blend into the most beautiful songs ever heard. There are high voices, low ones, loud one, quiet ones. There are solos. duets and trios. There is percussion . There is even dancing.
Belle the mule starts the song when she shes us moving around in the house. Her voice is low and sweet. Charles adds his deep voice when the tractor starts. Then Maggie B, Sugar, and Posey add their shrill and demanding songs.
Levi and Daisy dance and use their hooves to tell us where to put their food. Sometimes they nicker, too. Donkeys Jenny Lind and Jessie Norman have their own operatic chorus. Because of an abuse injury Jenny can only Hee, not Haw.
Impatient Maggie B bangs on her gate, trying speed things along. Next, mules Tucker, Molly and Lady Bug bray their requests for food-NOW. The song ends with huge Cash's quiet whisper of thanks. The next sounds are munching, crunching and occasional squeals.
Listening to them this morning, I thought of my grandmother's words, "We have two ears, two eyes, and one mouth, so listen and watch twice as much as you talk." A friend gave me a sign that says Not all speech has value. It made me think we should use our voices for joyous occasions and to speak for those who can't.
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