Henry the Donkey’s Sunrise Breakfast Spectacular!
Some mornings start quietly. Birds sing, the sun rises softly, and everything feels calm. Not on the Boggs farm. Not when Henry the donkey is involved. At precisely 6:07 a.m., Henry launched his personal version of a morning announcement: a bray loud enough to wake the neighbors—and possibly alert a small country. Today, though, it wasn’t just a wake-up call; it was the beginning of the Sunrise Breakfast Spectacular.
I stumbled out in my robe, clutching a lukewarm coffee, and immediately noticed the mischief brewing. Henry stood in front of the feed bin like a conductor ready to lead a symphony. The chickens were circling, plotting, no doubt discussing who would get the first crumb. Even the goats looked unusually dramatic, as if they were auditioning for a reality TV show called Goat vs. Breakfast.
I started with the hay. Normally, a simple toss is enough. Not today. Henry flung his head with such gusto that hay rained across the yard like confetti at a parade. The chickens scattered, squawking, and one particularly ambitious hen ended up inside the feed bucket, peering out like she’d just discovered a five-star hotel. I swatted at flying straw, trying not to laugh too hard at the chaos.
Then came the carrots. I reached for the treat bag, thinking a few nibbles would suffice. Henry had other plans. He grabbed three carrots at once, tossing one to the goats mid-chew and keeping two in his mouth like a champion. Meanwhile, a chicken managed to swipe a carrot from the goat’s mouth, and I swear the turkey in the corner looked offended he hadn’t been invited to the party. It was less breakfast and more a full-blown circus act.
The pinnacle of the spectacle? Henry deciding that the water trough needed his personal touch. He waded in carefully, testing the water with his hooves before stepping in fully, sending waves that drenched the nearby hay. One goat, apparently inspired by his enthusiasm, leaped in behind him. Water splashed, feathers flew, and I clutched my coffee like it was my life raft.
Amid the chaos, though, there was a rhythm. Henry nibbled, brayed, and strutted around like a king overseeing his kingdom. The goats followed his lead, the chickens did their comedic commentary, and even the turkey seemed to grudgingly acknowledge the spectacle. And me? I laughed so hard I almost forgot to grab my phone to record the madness—thankfully, I did, because it’s pure gold TikTok material.
By the time the sun fully rose, painting the sky in gold and pink, the yard had transformed from chaos to calm. Henry, full and satisfied, plopped down in the grass with a contented sigh. The goats lounged nearby, carrots chewed and digested, and the chickens preened as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Sunrise breakfast had ended—but not without leaving its mark: laughter, memories, and yet another story of Henry the donkey’s unstoppable personality. On this farm, every morning is a spectacular show, and every bray, nibble, and splashed water trough is part of the act.
