The husband and I went to the lease to check on the cattle and renegade donkey. We hadn't heard anything since they put it in our pasture. Figured we better go check it out. Pulled into the lease and started honkin'. Yep, that's our lazy way of calling the cattle up. Guess who was running in the middle of the pack...Mr. Donkey. He was right there with the cattle.
We lead the cattle up to the pens to feed. I got out to inspect donkey. He was a little skittish at first but a bucket of cubes will bring anything to ya! I fed him by hand and looked him over.
One side looked good, the other, not so much. Especially his left eye, it was a mess. The Sheriff had said it looked like he was hit awhile back. But the husband and I both think it looked more like he had been dragged. He had hide peeled off. Most of it had already scabbed over. Some was already healed. And some of it looked pretty nasty.
Bad side but you can only see a few spots. I didn't want to get it all up in your face. But, warning, next picture is of his eye.
I had brought some medicine just in case but I really wanted to wash his eye off. It was pussy and runny. I was mad we didn't bring the trailer. I gave the husband my saddest eyes and said I really wanted to bring the donkey to the house. He said he hadn't heard anything regarding what they were going to do with it. I asked him to call and find out. We went on home.
Fast forward five hours...Husband finally got a call back regarding the donkey. Basically, after the Sheriff put him in our pasture, that was it. The deputy never called the neighbor back like he said he was going to. We were told we could do what we wanted with the donkey. So the husband looked at me and said "are you ready to go?" "Go? Go where?" "To pick up that donkey," he said. Hehehe, I knew he would let me bring it home! So we headed back to the lease (over 30 mins away) with the trailer. After much sookin', we managed to get him in the trailer and homeward bound we went.
Got him home right before dusk and settled into his stall. I doctored more on his boo boos. The husband walked thru and was amazed that the donkey was just standing there, letting me put medicine on him. What can I say, I'm a donkey whisperer too!
He really is a sweet lil thing. Just loves to be petted. I brushed him today after I worked on his eye. He seemed to really like that . He needs a bath. He has dried blood and ooze crusted on him. I figure one step at a time.