Are you lookin' at my ass?

Horse and donkey, they seem to be field-mates everywhere in this part of France.  These two are in the field at the village crossroads, close enough to stare enviously at us whilst we ate lunch in the garden.  It was a handyman/ handywoman/ handyperson sort of a day.  Toolboxes/ houseboxes and garden kit at the ready, we checked off  a dozen or more little jobs that needed done (that's "needed doing" if you speak Kirsty Allsop).