The sanctuary seems to be on recovery mode and TJ has worked out a pact with the donkey residents. Actually, he realized that except for Wilson whom he had comandeered as his reluctant best friend, every other resident feared and despised him. The larger and older members of the group had a meeting and decided on a plan of action. TJ was put in a paddock with two of the elders and this time they were ready. "hey ya fosils, im gonna lay anothr beatin on yer ole bones", he said. With that, the two elders sandwiched him between them and while one picked him up by the scruff of the neck, the other soundly thrashed him. "hey, no fair, no fair, pickin on the smal and helples", he squawked. Then Jed was let back in the paddock and, drawing courage from the example of the other two, was able to make TJ back down. The attitude adjustment seems to have taken and he is now in the mixed herd, minding his, p's and q's - not that he actually knows his alphabet.
Jack is gaining weight at a great rate and no wonder, he gets a huge bowl of gruel and all the hay he can eat. Grazes all day and has lots of specially chopped up treats, spends lots of time at the salt block - well, you get the picture. His coat is still a strange patch-work affair but he dreams of the day he will be as sleek as a harbour seal. He had a long lie-down in the sand ring today and on arising said "Ahhh, that did my old bones a world of good - now for some vittles." He has a quaint and old-fashioned way of expressing himself.
My own coat is starting to fill in, though TJ has depleted large areas. Our herd of four is a model of peaceful co-existence. There are no small bodies hurtling through the air or outbursts of raucous pseudo-braying or trees being dismembered - hard to believe Jack has only been here a week.