Mr. Chocolate (right) and Mr. Big (left) are quite upset. They've been locked out of their lush pasture (in the background.) Cold Turkey.
Here they are sulking:
Not only are they getting too fat, but all this grass we have in the Pacific Northwest is too much for donkeys, who evolved in desert surroundings. They can founder, and I've already lost one dear donkey to founder.
This is not a pregnant donkey - this is Mr. Big, a 7 year old gelding who is now on a diet.
Yes, Mr. Chocolate and Mr. Big are not very happy with me right now. They are restricted to what little grass is left in the corral and dry grass hay.
But hey, it's tough love. Tough Donkey Love.
(Now if someone could just do that for me - with chocolate) *grin*
Ever had to put your animals on a diet?