April 4, 2016
Early last year, I mentioned in one of my posts that we had a new rescue donkey, Oscar. It was really one of those things that happened quite by accident.
I came home to find this donkey running loose along the road by our front pasture. That section of fence is barbwire, and my four horses were having a fit – of course!
I knew the donkey belonged to a family a little less than a mile down the road from us. So I went down there to see if they needed help to catch their donkey that was running loose. It turned out they were home, but they were making absolutely no effort to catch the donkey.
A couple of weeks prior, they had been turned into animal control for starving two horses. Local animal control had visited them again earlier that week about the donkey, so I suspected from their lack of initiative to catch him that he was intentionally set loose.
I didn’t want my horses get hurt fighting over the fence with this donkey who wasn’t gelded. I also didn’t want the donkey to get hurt. So, I proceeded back to the house to get a halter and a bucket of feed. I was on a mission to catch the wayward donkey.
Of course, the donkey had no intention of being caught. I was lucky to get within fifty feet of him. I later learned that they had roped and dragged the poor thing home because they couldn’t get him to lead. No wonder he didn’t want any part of a human!
It was starting to get late, and my husband was headed to town. So I told him to call the sheriff’s office and tell them that a donkey was running loose, that the loose donkey was going to cause a wreck if the someone didn’t catch him. Ok, the second part was a little over-stated, but we needed some sense of urgency. I went home, propped my feet up and turned my favorite TV show on – finally a few minutes of relaxation!
About an hour into my little break, I’m sitting on the couch and I hear, “He-haw-he haw-he haw” from my front yard! My break was over.
I knew I couldn’t catch him, but my round pen was about a hundred and fifty feet away. I figured if I could get enough buckets I could make a “trail” of food, and then maybe I could at least get him into the round pen. So I off I went to the barn in search of every bucket I could find.
I made a trail of feed from the driveway to the round pen, and waited. It was obvious that he hadn’t gotten a lot to eat and it didn’t take long for him to follow the feed right straight into the round pen. The ironic thing is that after I got him in the round pen – at ten o’clock at night – the owners came looking for him. They complained that he was difficult and dangerous. I offered to take him off their hands as a favor.
He wasn’t gelded, and the last thing I needed was an intact, wild donkey running around breeding my mares and everything else in sight. So I called the local horse rescue to come take him. They were full at the moment, and in order to take him they would have to move several horses around. They would call me back.
Needless to say, they didn’t. I figured he didn’t eat a whole lot, and we did have coyotes that he could take care of, and although it might take some cowboying we could get him gelded.
So it’s a little over a year later, and we still have Oscar the donkey. I took this video of him having a running fit in the pasture.
And here’s another video link of him being a little spoiled….
Oscar is a little bit spoiled, but that’s ok. I think he’s earned it. I tell him, “I love my little donkey!” every single day. Even my horses don’t get that kind of treatment!