February 15, 2010
We had another couple of wet and chilly days and the African girls preferred the comfort of their warm barn. The caregivers decided to give them a special treat and salvaged two 100-foot hardwoods that had been pushed over by the girls. The trees were brought into the barn in two sections. The first section spanned two of the 30-foot stalls. The trees provided the girls and the caregivers with a whole day of entertainment as they ate the tender tops first, and then began stepping on and snapping the larger sections into bite-sized pieces. The next morning, what was left over from the combined 200 feet of trees was carried out in three wheel barrows.
Shirley and Tarra
This was another chilly morning here at the Sanctuary, so the girls all just hung out eating hay inside while a caregiver cleaned their stalls, shifting the girls here and there to get the job done. By the time pressure washing was ready to start, Minnie and Lottie had already headed out into the day. As soon as the pressure washer was started, Ronnie decided to take a hasty leave as well, since she doesn’t seem too fond of the noises from that strange water-sprayer thing.
Debbie looked around and realized everyone had left, leaving her alone in the barn. She began dashing around in circles in the stall, raising her head and swinging her trunk all around in playful zigzags. She swatted at the heavy rubber flaps over the outside door and began squeaking and squeaking. Ronnie didn’t return (which often happens when Debbie starts making lots of noise), so Debbie found a new, wonderful game.
She backed up to the middle of the stall, then SPRINTED out through the door, sending rubber flaps flying. A caregiver was watching from two stalls over, only to see Debbie burst back in through the flaps. Perhaps she was just checking to make sure she could get back in if she wanted to. Suddenly she spun, backed up to the middle of the stall again, then repeated the sprinting in-and-out game for several passes, squeaking and smiling the entire time. It’s a funny comparison, but it was as quick and fluid as a kitten playing with shoe strings. Finally, after not seeing her burst back inside, the caregiver went around to the far side of the door to check, and saw Debbie’s behind as she was now sprinting down the alley toward her sister, who was also making all kinds of squeaks and honks at seeing her finally emerge from the barn.
Tarra celebrated her 36th birthday on Valentine’s Day.