Pasture evening

The skies are threatening rain--again. So far it has stayed dry--but the distant rumbling and deep steel blue horizon suggest it may happen--this time.
We've had another afternoon of 100 degrees.
The goats seek shade in the barn for most of the day, emerging at dusk to graze as the sun is setting. Last night it dipped to 82--barely a chance to catch your breath before the next sunrise heats the day.
The cattle and donkeys across the road have spent their evening enjoying the fresh grass in the lower pasture. They must tire of hay on these hot days, for they barely look up as I approach.


The baby jacks still stick pretty close to their mothers. The ears-too-big-for-his-head, knobby knees and shock of hair cropped just above the eyes. Is there anything cuter than a donkey foal?