One crisp November morning, my three burros – Jenny, Liz, and Libby, were coming in for breakfast. Liz must have been “feeling her oats” because she began running and kicking her heels in the air. Each new kick was accompanied by a jubilant bray. The sheer joy of being alive was displayed before my eyes. It was so wonderful to witness, I did a sculpture in an attempt to capture the feeling. Hopefully I was successful.