Frank

Frank is a donkey. With attitude. He also has a girlfriend. He's done the deed with. Check out that belly on her. Soon there will be a lil' Frank. Or Francesca....

On the farm, very few people will Frank let get near him, namely Jeff's mama. But I was determined. (surprise, surprise....me? stubborn?)

So, while Jeff and I walked around the fields visiting the animals, Frank and I had a talk through the fence post. And I decided to approach....

Jeff called it my "bird of prey" stalk....

I'm not sure the tiptoeing did the trick, but it got Frank's attention.

I was stealth, let me tell you.

I'm not sure what his parents thought of me through their kitchen window though....

Or Frank, the closer I got....he had this crazy look in his eye....

I think it was that last step that did him in.....or maybe Jeff cackling in the background....

But I stuck my empty hand out (not sure why?).....

And he said, "Woman, let's hit the trail!" and with that, he and his knocked-up lady friend were off.

And I was left among the cow patties.

Turned down by a donkey.