Murphy Monday: Murphy’s Big Adventure

In which Murphy is weaned, and travels to a new home.

Remember the endurance barn we scoped out for a friend? Daisy fell in love with it: deciding it was the best place for Murphy to grow up, turned out with babies close to his age. Acres and acres for him to build strong bones and tendons.

We’re anxious to see how Murphy made his first trip without mom. Dinero was pre-loaded to babysit. No one wanted Murphy scrambling around alone in the trailer.

I imagined Dinero looking over his shoulder at Murphy during loading: “Duuude…here…have some hay.  This is like total awesomeness: Road Trip!”

It worked. Murphy wasn’t even slightly warm, not a damp hair on his body. He wasn’t upset, anxious, or remotely difficult.  A little surprised, but calm.

Bella and Dinero walk Murphy up the hill to his new pasture. (Change is easier when you have company.)

A lot of company. Murphy travels with an entourage. (And paparazzi!)

The fog was so cold. Brrrrrr. We had about ten feet of visibility.

Team Murphy experienced a slight hiccup: the donkey came trotting out of the white stuff to greet him. Murphy got a teensy bit anxious, and asked if he could go back to the trailer now please.

It’s that way, right?  

Dinero stepped in to meet Penelope, modeling normal adult behavior for Murphy.

Poor Murphy.  It was a bit too much Meet and Greet on his first day of boarding school. He didn’t know what Penelope WAS. Plus she brought a young friend she had managed to break out.

With a little hauling around, and Dinero’s unruffled presence, we were soon on our way up the hill again. The loose baby was haltered, and removed, but Penelope had NO intention of being walked away from. Her Supreme Donkeyness was rather insulted.

The higher we went, the thicker and colder the fog became. By the time we got to the top of the hill (which we dubbed Mt. Murphy) you pretty much couldn’t see anything except what was right in front of you. But it does make for a lovely picture.

Murphy meets one of his new pasture mates.

Introductions went very well, with a minimum of posturing. There were a few herd dynamics to sort out, but they did it very politely, no hooves, no teeth. Some short chasing, some mean faces, some welcoming faces, and it settled into us knowing he was safe within ten minutes.

Meanwhile, Penelope is busy proving the long-eared maxim: God made donkeys at pocket height for a reason.

Dinero watched his tyke meld into the herd. He looked questioningly at Bella: Am I gonna have to babysit ALL of them?

You know, I can live with that. Food included?

Murphy was confused, but not panicked. He walked off into the fog for a bit, looking for mom.  Daisy went after him, to make sure he didn’t fall off the planet. (That’s what tule fog feels like.  Fall off the planet fog.)

He came back.  Looked bewildered.  Looked around into the white stuff.  Wondered why he was now on the wrong side of the fence.  All his people were on the other side.

You’re leaving…? Um. I think you forgot something…hellloooooo.

We left. He was quiet, thinking, trying to sort through all his new experiences.

The whole experience was as good as weaning gets.  A little anxiety, but no fear or panic, and no running around screaming.

Murphy knew he was okay.

My heart cracked a little: after all this change, he still knew he was safe.  Maybe uncertain about exactly what was going on, but he trusted his people.

That is a beautiful thing.

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31 thoughts on “Murphy Monday: Murphy’s Big Adventure

  1. Jenn

    Omg, I can’t believe it was weaning time already. Where has the time gone? Murphy is so gorgeous and I can’t get over how big he is! Thanks for sharing this with us and a nice pat to Dinero for being such good foal-sitter!

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  2. Misty

    So glad the transition went smoothly for our lil’ Murphy…does this mean no more Murphy Mondays though? 😦
    Her Supreme Donkeyness is hilarious! I’d never thought of it that way but you’re so right, of COURSE donkeys were made at pocket height for a reason!!! LOL

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  3. poodiemom

    Papparazzi – you rock! Murphy is a great little guy, and I’ve a gut feeling I am going to be hearing about him at some high level something competition in a couple of years. My teenage “I wanna pony” feelings are surfacing again – dangerous for a semi-broke 50+ photographer living on a city lot.

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  4. Nicholas

    Can’t believe it’s taken this long for someone to comment on the “snow.” (I usually read through Google Reader, so apologies if it’s not a new addition.)

    Great post, enjoyed it.

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    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      I wish I could take credit for the awesomeness of snow, but it’s a Word Press feature they enable every winter. I love it too! (A WP blogger can chose to disable the snow. But I’m a Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow, kind of girl. Especially since I don’t live in snow!)

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  5. Marissa

    Love this story! So heart-warming. Your photos are so great, you barely even need the narrative. Love the entourage, the “I am SO OUT OF HERE” Murphy shot, the galloping donkey princess, the meet and great (gorgeous photo!), the wise look on Dinero’s face, and of course the gorgeous Murphy glamour shot at the end. What a great blog post to start off my morning!

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    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      She is such a hoot. Adorable, bossy, imperious, affectionate. Last visit? (more Murphy to come) I was squatting down trying to get good photo height. I must have pulled my hair out of her mouth 7 or 8 times. She’s clearly a stylist who didn’t like my last haircut. Going to have to agree with her on that!

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    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      He looked at Bella quizzically: Duuude, uh, I mean…Mom?
      He’s safe, it’s cold, and I believe it’s still lunch time in the trailer….?

      (When he’s finished his job, he’s ready to GO.)
      😉

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