Pretty little mini donkey. She was very quiet, very still and seemed to like her ears stroked, but didn't offer her muzzle to me.
This is her 'husband'. They've had a few babies together, but the female is done now. He was pretty engaging. He gave one good Hee Haw, then rolled in the grass.
And then, there was Jack. Jack ran away from me when I approached him. Joe had slowly followed me out to the pasture, stopping to visit with the horse. (he's more interested in horses). After Jack spurned me, Joe approached him with slow, baby steps until he reached his halter, then invited me over to pet him.
As we visited with Jack, Allen, the farm owner drove up in his little golf cart (he's pretty old) and said, "you folks must be special people. Jack doesn't let most strangers close to him".
So, Joe is the donkey whisperer. I'm chopped liver. damn. I WAS grateful to have the chance to stroke those ears and look into those beautiful eyes. Doesn't he look pretty in red?
Allen said Jack had been abused by his former owner. But Jack loves his Mom (Allen's wife for whom Jack was a present) and apparently thinks Joe is o.k.
This is my last donkey blog for a while. Next visit is to Sweet Meadow Farm which provides the rabbit's favorite organic hay and is much closer than Dartmouth. They just finished a new barn for their donkeys who are coming back to the farm in late May.
It's Mother's Day or bust this week!