A new couple have moved into the village. They have long ears, shaggy coats and like to bellow. The moment one of them starts to bray, the other joins in until their cacophonous duet resounds over the fields and gardens. I can hear them in the bathroom, and when I’m writing at my desk. Even when I’m a mile away watching badgers at the local sett, their braying reaches me. Yesterday, as I was staring up the chimney trying to work out if we had a feral honey nest in the flue, I couldn’t hear any buzzing but I could hear the donkeys.