When you step outside of my house around 4pm you are likely to here a couple of things - chickens clucking, birds chirping and Lulu, the mule, braying.
She is not necessarily braying because she is hungry, though she will happily take any feed you give her, but around 4pm is when Brady, my thoroughbred horse, comes back from the front pasture with the cows - otherwise known as "work." It's like she calling her husband in for dinner.
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| Lulu |
Lulu is a sweet mule who at one time had a mischievous streak. I was told that in her younger years she would cause havoc for her hitch partner and for anyone wanting to handle her. She could leap tall buildings in a single bound and fight off monsters. I have heard her referred to as "a fiery pistol," (that might have been an understatement).
She is older now and has subdued quite a bit, and then last year I brought Brady to live with her. Those large ears perked up and she was immediately enamored. She now had someone to "talk" to and share meals with. So when he isn't home on time she let's the world know the only way a mule can...braying. It's just one more wonderful sound of a farm.
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| Brady greeting Lulu after a long day at "work." |
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