Sure the donkeys are eating away at the barn that gives them shelter, but they’re doing it in a kinda beautiful way. Almost looks like sculpture. The way the push back the chicken wire, meant to keep them from chewing the wood, and eat around it. All those soft curves and color changes in the wood on the right side. Compared to the rough chewed chunks on the left, eaten at almost regular intervals. And look at the way they’ve rounded the post, which helps create the door way. They’ve turned all those sharp edges into organic forms. What, I wonder, are they trying to express with this creation?
Can it really just be donkeys in the winter boredom? Snow covered pastures give grazing animals nothing to do all day. It’s not like they can hang in the pole barn and play cards, or a makeshift game of golf (you know use the broken branch to hit the rock in the hole). It’s not that they’re lacking in their diet, they get plenty of hay and treats and grain when it’s really cold. There’s always a mineral block and salt lick to snack on. But it seems like more than just boredom to me. It looks too intentional, too, well, beautiful to me. I think they’ve caught the Bedlam Farm Creative spirit. Maybe they’re getting ready for next June’s Open House. I mean I’m making a sculpture out of baling twine and an old chair, why not turn the barn into art as well as being a place to stay warm and dry.
Except, of course, if they keep at it, if it’s not about art and they aren’t trying to create, but can’t stop themselves, well, they’ll literally eat themselves out of house and home.
So art or not, out came Jon with the nasty smelling spray to keep the donkeys from eating the wood. I pulled some old apple tree branches, that I cut in the fall, out of the snow and put them in the pole barn next to the construction cone, hoping this combination will be intriguing in a new way to the donkeys. Perhaps they can chew the branches into one continuous unbroken wooden chain. That should keep them busy, wouldn’t ya think.
Well, at this point we can only see what happens. I only hope when we come home from out trip to Disney, the barn is still standing and the donkeys have taken up a new hobby.