Sunday, October 21, 2012

Donkey days


Last weekend saw a kind of donkey festival in our commune of Plémy that of the next but one, Quessoy.



This was given the waggishly punning name of Les Chic'ânes, which, rather ungrammatically, means both 'Chic Donkeys' and, well, chicanes, as in, chicanes, on a sporting track, or I suppose as in chicanery, funny goings-on... well, anyway, not to worry, a pun is a pun, it needs no real point.

I only attended the local one, which really was very local, some five minutes walk away, at a farming hamlet I sometimes drive past, often on purpose to look at their growing collection of pet donkeys, as well as a small herd of miniature black sheep, a couple of ponies, and a pleasant potager.  I don't tend to walk there much, so I've never spoken to the people there, and don't quite know what belongs to who, whether the whole settlement belongs to one family, or whatever, but when I've seen people there they always look quite cheerful and friendly. I ended up going there two days running, as my camera battery ran out quickly on the Saturday afternoon.

There was a small bar, a tent offering crêpes, and a sawdust toilet,


with information and displays (not of an overtly practical nature I hasten to add, just samples of sawdust and some posters and leaflets...) run by a lively and attractive hippyish woman of a certain age, the kind I instinctively warm to.  Oh, and a strangely-dressed man on the Sunday telling unintelligible (to me) stories and singing unintelligible songs in a laughably awful voice.  There were the usual local suspects, such as our neighbour Victor with a group of fellow ancients, and other familiar faces, and some I'd not seen before, 


such as this chap whose facial furniture was so impressive I had a paparazzi moment with the zoom, taking in a donkey's ears into the bargain. And there were a few dogs, as well as Mol, on the scene.


Really though, the occasion centred entirely on donkeys, which pleased me greatly because I love donkeys.    I think they have the most beautiful faces,


the most gentle, wise eyes, 


and the loveliest, softest ears.


To me they are among the noblest and sweetest of beasts, and I believe our species' abuse and slandering of them is one of our many sources of great shame. 


Happily, the people running  this show were very keen to redress this; the commentary over the PA was a paean of praise to donkeys: they are not stubborn, it was said, though they can be mistrustful; they are never vicious, unless they have been subject to ill-treatment at our hands, they are especially gentle towards children. They also seemed favourably disposed towards dogs,


though one or two people, not the donkey experts themselves, on seeing me approach the penned-up ones with Mol, asserted that dogs and donkeys didn't get on at all. 


Nevertheless, she and they touched noses amiably, all ears were pointing in the right directions, and though they seemed curious and a little cautious, there was no sign of distress on the donkeys' part.  

There were donkeys of many sizes and colours,








acting in a number of capacities.

There were of course donkey rides,


and endless circuits of the field were made by donkey-drawn conveyances,









I think this man must have walked a fair number of kilometres by the end of the weekend, but he kept on smiling.

On the first day, five of the resident group from the farm were all roped together, held by one older chap, meeting the public.






They skipped and danced and jostled a bit, but they were only wearing head collars, not bridles and bits, so that with their combined strength they could very easily have hauled their keeper  anywhere they wanted, but they were very well behaved and good humoured.

On the second day, the same group was loose in a fenced off area - no serious wire or electric fence mind, just coloured tape - and were preparing themselves for one of the main events of the day:


the freestyle-group-donkey-jumping.

There's a young Asian girl I've seen around there, presumably an adoptee, she's often in miniature blue overalls, a busy, managing, energetic child, and she was very much in evidence on this occasion, in red jacket and hard hat, involved with every aspect of the proceedings.


The donkey received their pep talk from their boss, then they were off.


He only waved the stick at them and just touched them occasionally with it to keep them on course, there was no hitting involved.

It all happened quite quickly so I had to catch the action as best I could.




Sometimes there was a refusal or the hurdles got tipped over,






but there was always the ringmaster's assistant to run behind.


After the show, everyone gathered amicably together at the fence for a chat and a fuss,


 hooves and hands were shaken,




and affectionate gestures exchanged.

It was altogether a fun and friendly event, and good to see people so kindly and enthusiastically working with and  promoting these lovely animals. I hope they do it again.

19 comments:

marja-leena said...

What lovely creatures, so gentle and affectionate it appears. Our granddaughters would have loved to be there, as would I with them.

christopher said...

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Fire Bird said...

something about donkeys that softens the heart

the polish chick said...

i, too, am a big fan of donkeys. they seem to be perpetually smiling much like dolphins and labrador retrievers.

Zhoen said...

Never met one in person, but I'm feeling very kindly disposed. They sound a bit like equine cats, and give as they get.

Ellena said...

Oh, they look so well-groomed and well-fed. Princess and Prince couples.
And, here in Quebec they use the word chicaner all the time.
I'll have to scold you (chicaner)if you do this again or ils ont eu des chicanes (they had arguments).

Jean said...

Beautiful donkeys and beautiful photos! I particularly loved looking at these because I just this weekend read Andy Merrifield's book The Wisdom of Donkeys, about walking with a donkey in the Auvergne (and about much more - he's one of my favourite intellectuals). Have you read it, Lucy?

Chloe said...

Lovely photos! I adore donkeys, I'd love to own one one day.

Rouchswalwe said...

The chap with "facial furniture" would have caused me to telephoto, too. It's good to see Mol. I can't imagine a donkey wouldn't want to touch noses with her. And what fun to watch the little ones as they cavort with the long-eared ones.

Roderick Robinson said...

Even when they're only accommodating a single (small) child donkeys always look overloaded. Thereby they solicit sympathy.

Joe Hyam said...

Horses can be rather superior but Donkeys seem to bring out the best in people with out intimidating them.

herhimnbryn said...

The hound and I always stop to say hello to the pair of donkeys we see on our morning walk.

Your images are great Lucy, I want to reach out and stroke some ears!

Crafty Green Poet said...

what a lovely lot of handsome donkeys! I used to enjoy donkey rides on the beaches of the north of England when I was young

herhimnbryn said...

Lucy, have answered your query over at my place.

Bruce Taylor, a.k.a. Catalyst said...

A fantastic show. Wish I'd been there.

Julia said...

I never knew donkeys could jump hurdles! Your group had such lovely faces, they look as if they enjoy their lives.

Setu said...

Donkey owners seem to like puns. Here we have a family business that rents donkeys for outings across the hills. It's name is Cahin Cah'ânes. "Avancer cahin-caha" means that you start rather reluctantly and stop after a while and resume your walk willy-nilly. Just as donkeys do (some of them anyway).

HLiza said...

I never knew there's a thing called Donkey Festival..we don't even have donkeys here! The fur look so soft under your lenses capture..I can feel them! I find myself being excited and giddy over here watching all these pics..what an event!

Sheila said...

Oh, these pictures are wonderful. I also think that donkeys are beautiful. Those eyes.....One of my favorite things when D and I went to Aruba was visiting the donkey sanctuary. I had never seen so many donkeys!