Yesterday bright and early some quite noisy and interesting equipment rolled down our driveway and began attacking it. A scraping machine scalped the top layer and the scrapings were taken away by a hyper-active machine with a large bucket on the front. Then the most wonderful black and grey mixture of rocks and chopped up old pavement arrived in big trucks. A giant roller device then squashed it all into place. How I dream of a TJ size mogul on the new driveway after the roller accidently flattens him. He'd make an excellent speed bump. I strongly encouraged him to squeeze through the fence and cavort in front of the machine but as soon as I suggest anything, he becomes even more mule-ish and simply refuses.
The woman stared at us very hard yesterday and declared we were becoming blimp-like and bloated with the new grass and then she put up what TJ calls the "stinging wire". We can see the lush two acres at the front of the paddock but can only stare and look longingly. We wait months for this time of year and of course she has to somehow contrive to limit our enjoyment - or what she calls unbridled consumerism. It's still better than having to wear that damnable muzzle contraption.
She and Molly are back to their forest tours and even go in a pond and splash around - complete insanity to a donkey who loathes large bodies of water. They returned smug, sweaty and bug bitten. Doc managed to shriek and bellow the whole time they were gone, which much impressed the driveway builders. Even TJ, who has remained silent all these months, let out an ungodly "groonk" noise on their return. It makes him even more repulsive.