The Arrival of Caerwyn

baby goat in garden

Precious being

I often get emails asking if I can take an animal or a bird who is losing a home, whose person is moving or died, who was thought to be a hen but turned out to be a rooster and is in a residential area where neighbors are complaining—those are the most common reasons for the emails. Most I don’t take because they are not dire situations, the people who write care and will likely keep trying until they find a home, and I want to reserve what room I have for those in great need.

I said yes almost immediately to the email I got in early May. It involved a baby goat, still with umbilical cord, being kept in appalling conditions—a dirt backyard, junk everywhere, little children carrying the goat around with no supervision, one other baby goat dragging a broken leg, this one unable to walk, possibly broken front legs, lying on the ground with no shelter or shade, who knows what the baby was being fed, no mother goat, dogs on chains. Truly, great need. I told the good Samaritan who wanted to get the goat out of there to get permission and do so right away. She did and the goat spent the night at her house. I had her meet me at the veterinarian the next day to get the baby immediate care and make sure he had nothing contagious that could spread to my sanctuary flock and herd. (Note: she tried to get the other baby goat too, but the people wouldn’t give him up.)

baby goat in dog bed

New arrival on his first day in his new home

What a precious little being arrived. He looked up at me with big eyes and, of course, my heart melted. Actually, it melted just to hear his story. It’s amazing to me how trusting animals can still be after all that humans put them through.

Both shoulders were severely swollen and X rays showed that the left one had a break and there was bad inflammation/infection in the growth plate in each shoulder, perhaps caused by injury. No wonder the little one could not walk. There was a possibility of a contagious virus so I had to keep the baby separate from the other animals until the result from that blood work came back. I was going to have to keep the baby in the house anyway since he could not walk.

baby goat can't stand by himself

Caerwyn and Stephanie (photo by Nancy Gallenson)

On the way home, I asked him what he would like his name to be and he told me he wanted a name that means strength. I found him the perfect one: Caerwyn, a Welsh name that means “white fortress.” He is all white but for his brown head and a bit of brown, shaped like a little heart, on his back. And one of his new brothers on the sanctuary is Baerwyn, who also had a growth plate infection when he was a baby, now walking with only a very slight limp. I’m hoping Baerwyn can be an inspiration for Caerwyn in his healing.

baby goat Caerwyn gets a bottle of fresh goat milk

Caerwyn drinking fresh goat milk

Thanks to a goat-experienced person at the feed store, I got an immediate connection for fresh goat milk, which would give this likely nutrition-deprived baby an extra boost toward health. Many bottles later, Caerwyn is doing well, but he still can’t walk. I have to remember that it took Baerwyn a long time to be able to put weight on his injured limb and that was back leg (easier to favor) and a knee issue rather than a shoulder. This is much more serious.

Fortunately, the test for the virus came out negative, so I’ve been able to introduce everybody and give Caerwyn time in the garden sun. He loves it there. The first to visit him were the donkeys Lily Rose and her daughter, Jasmine Pearl (just a year old). Beau the sheep and Joyful the goat (same breed so they look alike) came next.

adult Boer goat Joyful meeting baby goat Caerwyn

Joyful and Caerwyn meeting

Actually, Daisy the guardian dog was first. I was able to trust her and her brother, Merlion, with the baby from the beginning. They approached him gently. After a few days, Daisy took on the mother role, licking Caerwyn all over and lying near him to keep watch.

Daisy the dog licking baby goat Caerwyn

Daisy taking care of her new charge

The first four nights Caerwyn screamed many times in the night. I realized he was having nightmares. For any prey animal, like a goat or sheep, to be down is to be dead, so the wiring is such that being down causes extreme distress. I don’t know how long he was lying in that backyard, but it must have been terrifying. The nightmares gradually subsided and, now knowing he is protected, he can sleep peacefully on his side.

Daisy the dog nose to nose with baby goat Caerwyn

Daisy and Caerwyn in the garden

This is a labor-intensive rehabilitation. I am focusing on the image of Caerwyn walking. He is such a sweet soul and I am looking forward on his behalf to the day he can run and jump as baby goats are meant to do.

Thank you to the good Samaritan for rescuing him and bringing him to his new forever home on the Animal Messenger Sanctuary.

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Peaceable Kindom

After many rainy days in January, we have emerged from the drought, for now, anyway. (In my view, water conservation should be part of life—honoring this precious resource by not wasting it.) All the animals are spending time lying in the sun. At this moment, though, the sheep, goats, and donkeys are walking by my office window, heading in a line to the barn. Earlier, Perseus the horse was racing back and forth in the same pasture, followed by barking dogs, excited about this running game. Meanwhile, Pegasus the elder was in the garden where the grass has not been eaten down. I’ve been letting her and Perseus spend their days in there. I forgot to remove the bird feeders, though, so came out later to find the feeders on the ground and the two horses happily munching away at the spilled seed. Not a good thing to feed horses, but they were happy with the little bit they got.

watermelon buffet

Watermelon buffet in January

In mid January, during another break from the rain, by way of celebrating the sun, I cut up watermelon and laid it out in one of the pastures for a watermelon buffet.

All the animals, including the dogs, love this fruit and they all came running. They ate it so quickly, I barely had time to get a picture. I love to see the way they all eat together—family harmony.

Giving thanks for this peaceable kindom in the midst of the painful world. Giving thanks for all the women who marched in solidarity around the globe, reminding us of the wonder that is humanity.

And then there was snow…

snow at breakfast

Breakfast a week after the watermelon buffet

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Solstice Message

Let Love Lead Us
A winter solstice prayer for 2016

We could feed all the people of the world
if we did not let greed and profit lead us

We could free animals from their suffering
if we did not let greed and profit lead us

We could release all beings from slavery
if we did not let greed and profit lead us

All the waters of the world could run clear and clean
if we did not let greed and profit lead us

All the forests of the world could stand tall and proud
if we did not let greed and profit lead us

All the winds of the world could flow fresh and pure
if we did not let greed and profit lead us

We could live in love and connection
if we did not let greed and profit lead us

We could be who we were meant to be
if only we would…

Turn greed into green for the planet
Let a different kind of prophet lead us

—Stephanie Marohn, December 2016

Pegasus in divine light

Pegasus brings a message

This prayer calls to mind another winter solstice prayer I wrote, compelled by the 9/11 disaster in 2001. Sadly, the world could use the following prayer as much now as ever. It was published in an anthology of prayers: WomanPrayers (HarperSanFrancisco, 2003). Here it is:

Invocation to the Light
A winter solstice prayer after the tragedy of 9/11

On this solstice eve
with the world poised at the precipice
waiting to plunge or cross over
I call upon all the angels of mercy
who have ever shed a tear for the human race
I call upon all the guardians of peace
who have ever raised an olive branch or let fly a flock of doves
I call upon all the mystics
who have ever crossed a desert in search of the truth
I call upon all who have journeyed to the underworld
and returned with the wisdom of the dark
I call upon all the ancestral spirits who know the pain of parting the veil

I call upon the guardians of the four directions of the universe
O East, O South, O West, O North
help us to open our hearts to your weeping whispers
I call upon the luminous, numinous Center of the orb
O help us to embrace again the mystery of unknowing

I call upon all the animal messengers who hold the secret of oneness
I call upon all the faeries and sprites who dance in the forest
I call upon the undines, the gnomes, the sylphs, and the salamanders
the oracles of the mountains and the sages of the springs
I call upon the elves
the pookas
the djinns and the genies
the heavenly nymphs
the houris and peris
the cherubim
the seraphim
the celestial choir
the witches
the magi
the prophets
the messiah
saints and avatars
paragons and virtues
archangels in waiting
wings, haloes, and music

I call upon the three Fates
the three Graces
the nine Muses
and the seven Sisters
all the gods and goddesses
of a thousand names and guises

I call upon the Angel of the Abyss with the flame in his hand
the Angel of Memory who knows where we’ve been
the Angel of Truth
the Angel of Hope
the Angel of the Apocalypse who rides into the night

O come to us now
All forces of light
help us find our way through the wilderness
open our eyes to your sight

© Stephanie Marohn, 2001

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The Celestial Family

With the completion of the new fence on the lower five acres of the Animal Messenger Sanctuary property, I could welcome another resident: Celeste, the mother of the twins Sunshine and Moonglow.

Sunshine the lamb with her stuffed dog friend

Sunshine with her comfort dog–she loved him!

Sunshine was the little black lamb who came to me as what is known as a “bummer lamb,” which means the lamb is not nursing, whether because of health compromise, rejection by the mother due to illness or inadequate milk supply, or the mother’s death. Ever since nursing Sunshine back to health, I have held the vision of reuniting her family. In the picture to the left, she was a week old (you can see her umbilical cord).

2 lambs Sunshine and Moonglow

Sunshine and Moonglow (photo by Nancy Gallenson)

First, I purchased Sunshine’s twin, Moonglow. I don’t typically buy animals, because I don’t want to contribute to the livestock industry and there are plenty of other animals needing a home. This was an unusual case, though. In the interests of bringing the sisters back together, I paid for Moonglow. She helped Sunshine make the transition from living in the house to joining the other sanctuary sheep, as Moonglow was already versed in flock culture.

2 baby goats and 2 lambs

Me with the four babies and Merlion the dog (photo by Nancy Gallenson)

Four months later, I was able to obtain Celeste, on my mission to reunite mother and daughters. When she arrived, their connection was noted, not by joyous greeting, but by immediate acceptance, complete absence of head butting as boundary setting, and proximity during eating.

ewe and 2 daughters reunited

Sunshine, Celeste, and Moonglow together again

It was a week or so before the unrelated sheep would allow Celeste to eat from the same pile as them, but Celeste and her daughters ate together companionably from the first. I had learned from the founding ovine members of the sanctuary that mother and child are usually grazing closest together within the flock throughout their lives if they are given a chance to continue the bond that exists at birth.

Now the Celestial family roams happily together, and Celeste is an accepted member of the larger flock. I often find her lying with Fleur-de-Lys, the other mother of twins, like women gravitating toward those with similar life experience.

sheep with donkeys

Celestial family with their new family (photo by Regina Kretschmer)

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The Arrival of Jasmine Pearl

On Thursday, April 28, at 6:45 am, a new messenger arrived on the sanctuary—Jasmine Pearl, a miniature donkey born to Lily Rose and Ferdinand.

baby donkey right after birth

Jasmine Pearl just born with mother Lily Rose and Daisy the dog watching

Nature is truly amazing. The little one was walking half an hour after being born. She came on wobbly legs right over to me as I crooned to her. I think it was because she recognized my voice from me talking to her in the womb.

close-up of baby donkey just after birth




Ferdinand, her father, brayed in the early morning on Thursday. He often does that, but I usually look out the window to see if anything is going on. This time I saw Lily Rose lying on the ground, straining. I went running out and arrived just as the baby crowned. Lily did a beautiful job of delivering her, and both mother and child were fine.

baby donkey 1 hour old

1 hour old

All the animals watched the delivery, too, and the full-size donkeys greeted the event with musically complex braying. I had mother and child in their own fenced area so Lily Rose wouldn’t stress over protecting her child, but she let the two guardian dogs greet the baby nose to nose through the fence.

mother, father, and baby donkey

With Ferdinand the father

When father Ferdinand came over, however, she turned and gave little kicks to let him know he needed to keep his distance. The full-size donkeys  watched respectfully from afar. The sheep and goats came closer, but only after Ferdinand approached. Perseus the miniature horse checked out the baby through the fence, too, but Pegasus was too busy grazing.

baby donkey with her mother 2 hours after birth

2 hours old




What a joyous addition to our sanctuary family! Welcome, Jasmine Pearl!

baby donkey close-up

Jasmine Pearl taking a rest

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More Messengers Arrive

I thought two pigs from southern California would be the next animal messengers to arrive on the sanctuary. My go-between on that rescue disappeared, however, and I can only hope those pigs found another safe haven. I was still thinking they might show up when two miniature donkeys arrived literally on my doorstep (okay, not the doorstep, but the fence line). They had escaped from a situation of neglect and were determined to make us their family. Maybe in my next book I can tell their story, but for now it will have to remain shrouded in mystery to protect both the guilty and the innocent.

Here are Ferdinand and Lily Rose, happy in their new home.

Ferdinand and Lily Rose the miniature donkeys

Ferdinand and Lily Rose

As always, I gave everybody time to get used to each other before opening all gates and letting everyone be together. Now Ferdinand and Lily are part of the family. Ferdinand, in particular, likes to roam with the big donkeys. I watched him making overtures for days before they agreed that he could be part of their herd. Lily is shyer; that may be because she’s pregnant and is protecting herself!

My sanctuary policy is to have the males neutered to prevent future births. There are already so many animals who need homes and I want to be able to offer some of them a place. But if an animal arrives pregnant, well… This was true of Sylphide the donkey giving birth to Ulysses after she came to the sanctuary and Fleur-de-Lys giving birth to the twin lambs Snowflake and Aurora.Ferdinand and Lily Rose closeup

I don’t know if Lily Rose is pregnant, but she lived with the ungelded Ferdinand long enough to conceive, I presume. (He has since been gelded, which is why the donkey trinity already here agreed to accept him.) Up to the day Sylphide gave birth, I was wondering whether she was pregnant or not. Maybe pregnancy is hidden among donkeys as a protection in the wild. Even the vet said he couldn’t tell by looking at Lily Rose. As with Ulysses and the lambs, I’ll know when I know. There will be a precious tiny donkey.

guardian dog with miniature donkeys

Daisy with the new donkeys

dog naps with miniature donkeys

Daisy taking a nap with her new friends

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Praying for the Snowpack

Giving thanks for the December rains. The ground is finally showing a thin layer of green after so many months of the brown look of the California drought.

I’m posting these pictures of the snow we got here two years ago (none since), with hopes that it will help bring a healthy snowpack to the Sierras this winter. Without that, all the rain we might get will not alleviate the drought.

Donkeys in winter wonderland

Donkeys in winter wonderland

Some of the animals had never seen snow before and it was pure pleasure watching them explore the strange substance.









Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!



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The animals and I had to evacuate the sanctuary on 9/11 (is that date now a modern Ides of March?). When I went to bed on Thursday night, the Butte fire was burning an hour’s drive away from me. It seemed unlikely that it would reach us. But it did.

On Friday morning, there was a mass exodus from the Mountain Ranch/Sheep Ranch area. The area around the town of Mountain Ranch had already burned and the fire was headed to Sheep Ranch. The sanctuary property is in that path, so we had to get out, and fast.

Angels appeared to trailer my animals out. Plan A had failed because the town I was going to evacuate to was also under mandatory evacuation (none of us thought that town would be in danger). Many people headed to the foothills from towns way out of fire range, driving their trucks with trailers to help evacuate large animals who might be stranded. My rescuers were among them. (Thank you to Harmony Ranch, a nonprofit in our area, for linking volunteer rescuers with those who needed rescuing.)

Plan B was a miracle. My rescuers drove against the odds to get all my animals safely out. A YouTube interview with my rescuers and me tells the harrowing story. They brought us to the Cowgirl Up Ranch in Burson and housed my three donkeys, two miniature horses, five sheep, two goats, and me for the next three weeks. Merlion and Daisy, the two guardian dogs, went to a neighboring ranch where they had kennel accommodations.

animals in evacuation

Evacuation ranch

We weren’t the only evacuees. There were many horses, pigs, chickens, and ducks—all rescued from the fire. Donations of feed poured in and many volunteers showed up to help care for all the animals.

Sanctuary donkeys and horses in evacuation

Sanctuary donkeys and horses in evacuation

Someone said I won the evacuation lottery because many people displaced by the fire were living in tents or, if they were lucky, RVs at the evacuation centers. I had a cottage for me and the 18-year-old cat I was taking care of for a traveling friend. My donkeys and horses were right outside my window, so we were in evacuation camp together. My sheep and goats were in a pasture at the other end of the property, with the ranch’s goats. My ranch hosts were loving generous people who welcomed me into their home. I was truly fortunate. And I have new lifetime friends.

Every morning and evening during evacuation, I fed my animals, the ranch goats, a cow, and some of the rescue horses. The familiar feeding ritual was soothing as I waited to find out whether my house was still standing.

My sheep and goats in evacuation pasture, avoiding resident goats

My sheep and goats in evacuation pasture, avoiding resident goats

All the roads to my house were closed. It wasn’t until eight days after we were evacuated that I was finally able to get in and see that my house and barn were still there. Large cinders were scattered over the land and pink flame retardant coated some of the gates, fences, trees, and ground. The smell of smoke was strong, of course. But otherwise, the place was as I had left it, unlike the devastated landscape I witnessed on the way in.

Pig evacuees

Pig evacuees

The fire had passed through just on the other side of the road from the sanctuary and burned a mile north of us as well. With a change of wind, it would all have been different. Today, as every day since our 9/11 rescue, I am giving prayers of thanks for our safety, for our home, for the firefighters, for all the people who stepped forward to help others, for friends and family, for blessings beyond measure.

Bird evacuees

Bird evacuees

At the same time, I find myself crying often. It isn’t always clear to me why I am crying, but I think it is from the trauma of the whole experience and the continued suffering of those who lost their houses, and worse. Mountains of donated food and clothing are there for them, further evidence of the best of human nature. All the caring that shone throughout this disaster is deeply moving. Maybe that is another reason for my tears.




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A Day on the Sanctuary

People often ask me what the work on the animal sanctuary consists of every day. Here is the answer.

Our day begins with morning feeding between 6 and 7 a.m. Before I go out to distribute hay to everyone, I prepare Pegasus’s special mash in the kitchen, mixing shredded beet pulp (soaked overnight) with rice bran powder, mature horse pellets, organic grain pellets, flaxseed oil, cider vinegar, horse probiotics and digestive enzymes, and a special herbal blend I prepare in advance to help her circulation, digestion, and other organ function.

All the animals know the routine and don’t try to push their way into Pegasus’s dining area (the hay storage room) when I open the gate for her. They wait, more or less patiently, while I transfer her mash into her eating bowl, knowing I’ll get their breakfast as soon as she has hers. Pegasus is the elder, so we all give her this respect.

Next I lay hay out in multiple piles on the ground next to the barn for the donkeys, Perseus the horse, and the three large sheep.

Breakfast on the sanctuary Photo by Nancy Gallenson

Breakfast on the sanctuary
Photo by Nancy Gallenson

Sometimes this involves pushing through the donkeys, depending on if they decide to try to grab a bite along the way.

Though the two goats and the former lambs are probably full grown now, I still feed them separately because the larger animals eat faster and move from pile to pile. Sunshine is still the littlest and gets shoved off the hay. I shut the gate between the two areas so the littler ones can take their time and still get enough to eat.

The guardian dogs know that I am not fully available to them (though I say good morning in passing) until the hoofed ones have been fed. I give them a more prolonged greeting then and we head out to walk the fence line.

guardian dogs

Special time with Merlion and Daisy
Photo by Nancy Gallenson

I’ve taken to doing a workout walk with them in the mornings. It serves the triple purpose of checking the fence for any weaknesses, using up some of the dogs’ boundless energy (they wrestle along the way too), and giving them a special activity with me.


After the walk, I offer the dogs breakfast, which they may or may not eat. Then I rake up manure in the Ring of Protection (the high-fenced area where the animals spend the night), filling a wheelbarrow, and the dogs come with me to empty it in the far field. Then I sweep the rubber mats in the stalls and fill the water buckets and trough, scrubbing them out if they need it.

lamb and goats helping

Sunshine, Joyful, and Berwyn help

Pegasus is usually finished eating by this time. I give her bowl to the donkeys to finish whatever is left, and there is a quite a feeding frenzy, with Beau the sheep running in to try and get a mouthful before the donkeys drive him off, and the donkeys squealing and kicking up their heels at Perseus and each other. Everyone loves the mash.

Pegasus typically heads for the garage at this point because it’s cooler in there and there may be fewer flies. I put her fly mask on; she turns her head to me when I approach her with the mask because it provides welcome relief from flies buzzing around her eyes. Sometimes I spray her back and legs with natural fly spray for horses. When Perseus joins her, I may spray him too; I gave him a fly mask once, but he had if off in less than five minutes, which required undoing velcro. He clearly did not want to wear it.

Next I open the gates to the other pastures, which I close each night. Water the garden. Check the water troughs in all the pastures. Refill Pegasus’s feed storage bins. Later, if I need to replenish supplies, I will drive my truck to the feed store in San Andreas or Jackson.

That’s the morning, followed by checking on the animals many times throughout the day. Sometimes one of the sheep is baaing for the flock and getting no answer, so I go out to help him or her find the tribe. Sometimes the goats call just to let me know they are back from the wooded area, and I go out to greet them, wanting to reinforce such announcements.

Sunshine, 1 week old

Sunshine, 1 week old

Sometimes Sunshine the lamb calls for me, her mother; because she had no mother and I bottle-fed her, she is imprinted on me and it is the ewe’s job to answer her baby when she calls, and vice versa. Often Sunshine will baa when she hears me talking on the phone. What a beautiful call and response!

lamb and goats eating

Sunshine, 7 months, with her goat brothers

At lunchtime, Pegasus and I walk back to the barn for her to eat lunch. I let her in the hay area again. With the drought in California, there is no grass, so she has nothing to graze on (this morning, I saw her eating pine needles—all the animals do). I am trying to keep her weight up (an elder issue), so it is three meals a day, plus numerous healthy horse cookies in between.

More checking on the animals as needed. Emptying the compost, which never accumulates because all the animals eat it as soon as I lay it out, especially Beau who comes running when I call and he sees the compost bucket.

Some days I give Pegasus a bath to help her elder skin. Brush a horse or a dog. Pick out horse or donkey hooves to make sure no one is walking on a stone. Trim goat or sheep’s hooves or dogs’ nails. Wet Merlion’s head if the day is hot; he feels the heat more than his sister, Daisy.

At 5 p.m. or so, everyone comes in for dinner. More mash for Pegasus (I had set more beet pulp to soaking when I went inside for my breakfast), hay inside the Ring of Protection to bring everyone in for the night, dinner for the dogs, waiting for Pegasus to finish so I can bring her back out of the dining room and tuck everyone in for the night.

Whew! By then I have probably run a mile (on top of the morning walk), what with all the back and forth and up and down the stairs in the house, and am ready for some down time.

Yes, it’s a lot of work, but the relationship the animals and I have is so very special that it often doesn’t feel like work. Only when another factor is added do I realize just how much running the sanctuary requires and that I don’t have much on reserve. An added factor could be one of the animals becoming ill or Merlion taking to jumping the old fence so I have to spend two days fixing it, then another day laboring in the hot sun with VERY good friends helping me clear the last problem of a tree down on the fence line. I might start wondering then if I’m crazy to be doing what I’m doing. But then one of the animals comes to me for special time, like Fleur-de-Lys, the Icelandic sheep, this morning, gazing at me with her soul in her eyes, standing in stillness listening to my whisper in her ear, and waiting for another kiss on her forehead.

A friend visiting last weekend, watching all I do in a day on the sanctuary, said, “You must tell everyone that it’s just you and the animals. It’s amazing what you do.”

Yes, it’s just the animals and me. And to me, they are the amazing ones.



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Pegasus in the Garage and a Baby Visits

Last summer, in the heat of the day, Pegasus could often be found in the chicken coop, probably because the screening kept the flies down.

Pegasus (wearing a fly mask) and Perseus in the chicken coop

Pegasus and Perseus in the chicken coop (Pegasus is wearing a fly mask)

During the winter, however, the donkeys ate one of the wood walls (literally, ate it—I came out one morning and there was open air where there used to be a solid side). This summer, whether because there are more flies in the chicken coop now or because I regularly give her horse cookies from the house door, Pegasus is spending a lot of time in the garage. Pegasus and I have been together since September 20, 1997. She is likely at least 28 years old but could be 30 (a rescue, her age is unknown). She is a bit frail but enjoying her new food. The vet gave me the go-ahead to give her alfalfa, which I’d had to avoid before this because of her foundering issue (too rich food can precipitate an episode). So I let her into the hay area and she eats to her heart’s content—a joy to see.

From my writing studio, I just heard the clop of hooves on the cement floor in the garage, which means Pegasus’s beloved companion Perseus just joined her in her cool retreat. Earlier the sheep and goats stopped by for a drink of water and Sunshine the lamb took a nap near Pegasus. Sunshine is nearly full size now but still a small sheep, smaller than her twin sister, Moonglow. Sunshine will forever be a lamb to me, who bottle-fed her. Sunshine just baaed from the garage, as if she heard what I said about her. I guess she’s back for another nap.

Yesterday, three generations of my family women visited the sanctuary—my sister-in-law, her daughter, and her daughter’s 7-month-old baby. As we handed out apples and horse cookies in the garage, my niece told her daughter that she first met Pegasus when she was a little girl.

Pegasus with my niece and great-niece

Pegasus with my niece and great-niece

Now here she is, 17 years later, introducing Pegasus to her own child.

Pegasus has always loved children, both four-legged and two-legged.

Sunshine and Moonglow meet the baby too

Sunshine and Moonglow meet the baby too

I didn’t know, though, that the donkeys would be so interested. I had never seen them like this before. The first clue was Raphael walked right into the garage. The donkeys don’t usually come in because there is only one exit. Yes, he was interested in the treats but clearly more interested in the baby.

donkey and infant

Raphael greets the baby


We went outside and the three donkeys gathered around to investigate the little one. They touched their noses to her skin, breathed in her smell, and stayed in the circle with us, interested the whole time.

Donkey Circle

Donkey Circle

They only left when we went inside.

Perseus joins the circle

Perseus joins the circle

What a lovely welcome for a new baby!

(All pictures taken by the baby’s grandmother, my dear sister-in-law.)

Perseus meets the baby, with Moonglow looking on

Perseus meets the baby, with Moonglow looking on

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