So I wasn't at my land and cabin more than a week, back from the west, when I acquired a donkey from a guy about an hour away in Southern New York. He delivered him for 50 bucks on top of the few hundred I paid for the guy. Which I come to find out is something youd maybe pay for breeding. Not an intact packer. The guy shows up to my site in a day long rain and I acquire myself by walking into the horse trailer and leading the little fella, though at the time I had about zero experience with equine type animals and he seemed huge, by his filthy lead rope down to the little lean-to attached to my shack I had built from 2nd hand lumber. I literally had no saw and ended up cutting 2x6s with the little saw on a leatherman just for the fella. He led well immediately but you could tell he was fully unsure of me. I tied a long rope to his lead and attached it to my big fireplace rock. He started feeding on grass in the rain while I sat and read by my woodstove with the door open. I'd get up off the bucket probably every few minutes just to watch and check him. My dog laid at the door wondering what was up. I'd approach or touch him as he fed and he'd stop midchew like "not yet dude". His halter I had to punch two more belt holes through so his wouldn't slide off his nose. That was a little trust earning there reaching under a fresh donkey's snout and sliding the halter back up, and making new holes with a leatherman while it still sat half on his face. but he let me do it without one incident. So later that day, afternoonish, everything soaked, my almost waist high field soaked, we were already decently alrite-he was a very chill intact male. I felt great with him and he seemed adaptable as hell. These animals really are, if treated well they can do a lot. I figured hey, I'll move him from the camp center to the high lush feed. I had a split second of duh, as i unattached the rope to tie it to a garden stake, he felt the lack of tension for half a second and fucking bolted. Out to the rode moving quicker than a man with no experience would have guessed, Oh fuck. I took off too yelling, hey buddy hey donk come onnn. He was fucking quick as he headed down the dirt road faster than a dog. My fucking heart pounded as i watched him gallop down the road.
I'll add to this here today later, gotta mow some grass for my motha
I'll add to this here today later, gotta mow some grass for my motha
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