I have written before about donkeys and how much I like them. This weekend I stumbled upon this old picture (december 1961). Isnt it a lovely picture? I read something about the donkey being the mascotte of this army regiment. But I rather just imagine things: They have found this poor little donkey somewhere and are making sure he's safe. Or the donkey lost his last two legs. Luckily he has little wheels so he still able to move. But in these wheat-fields that is really heavy so the soldiers take turns carrying him.