Waking up at 5am is cool.
At first light this morning I looked out the kitchen window to discover that both the donkey and the horse had taken it upon themselves to exit the corral and visit the front yard. She was grazing quite placidly next to the cement slab that passes for my patio, and he was standing in the middle of the yard, looking around. That's all he ever does when he escapes: stand there and look around as though he's not quite sure where he is.
The fact that two large animals, one of which is deaf and half-blind, have become escape artists continues to amuse me.