I am so sad to say, our donkey experiment did not go so well.
Unfortunately, we had to give Abner away to a new owner.
I love Abner.
(Even a very muddy Abner.)
I mean, really, look at those EARS!!
Only, Abner’s sweet face did not translate to his behavior.
Let me back up.
Donkeys are known watchdogs…they protect the herd they are with.
Abner was a great watchdog for our three cows and life was good. In fact, it was fascinating to watch Abner interact with the cows. He was especially protective and fond of Freddie (Ethel’s calf), I think, because they were newbies, the youngest.
(How’s that for cow and donkey psychology?)
Anyway, we decided to add another Lowline Black Angus to our small cow family.
Lovey (as in Thurston Howell, the III’s wife from Gilligan’s Island) joined Lucy and Ethel (and Freddie) a couple of weeks ago.
Immediately, Abner would have nothing of it.
Apparently, he did not like Lovey breaking up their happy home, so he prevented her from joining the other three.
Lovey came to us impregnated, so naturally, we did not want her to be running, and Abner was determined to run her.
After watching him being so ugly toward her, we really had to reconsider keeping him around when she and Lucy and Ethel had calves.
While donkeys are known for protecting, they can also be so protective they can kill a newborn calf, simply because it’s a new and unknown creature entering the picture.
We couldn’t take that chance.
We found a lovely new home for Abner.
I asked the sweet man who took Abner to give us an update on how he’s doing, but I have yet to hear from him.
Who knows? We may try owning a donkey again in the near future, but ThrillCam and I have agreed that we want a baby donkey to begin with.
Either way, we’re always learning.
He’s my “new” donkey!
He’s actually not all that new, just sort of new to me.
Abner is a precious two year old Sicilian donkey, who came to me as a gift.
A gift, you say? Who gives donkeys for a gift?
ThrillCam gave him to me for my birthday!!
I know, I know…most girls get blingy things or gift certificates to their favorite store, spa treatments…
I get donkeys.
Let me defend my husband, lest you think Abner is an awful gift.
My husband is an extremely good gift-giver. He always gives items that have a great amount of thought behind them, something I’ve said I wanted, something that has meaning attached to it.
(I, on the other hand, am an awful gift-giver…I try so hard, but it never comes off the way I want it to.)
(Except for this past Christmas! I done good, y’all!! Maybe I’ll talk about that in another post.)
Back to Abner.
Background: two and half years or so ago, before we moved to our little sliver of acreage, out in the country, I said, almost incessantly, that I wanted a donkey when we moved and had the space.
All three of the males in my family would roll their eyes and say how goofy that idea was and immediately break into, “And, in the mornin,’ I’m makin’ waffles!”
(Thank you, Donkey, from Shrek.)
I held my ground. I never let up on the dream to own a donkey.
I even posted pictures on my Pinterest boards, declaring my love for all things donkey. (That, y’all, is commitment.)
My donkey dream did not become a reality immediately.
In fact, it took two and half years to come to fruition.
On November 30, 2014, around dusk, I get a call from my husband who says, “Please come outside.”
I walk out, see the horse trailer, and think, “He needs help with a new cow, I guess.”
As the light dims outside, I see my husband wearing an unsure grin, as he points to the trailer and sheepishly says, “The day is almost over, but, Happy birthday!”
There inside the trailer, is the cutest, most precious, big-eyed and big-eared donkey you could ever imagine!
And, he’s all mine!
It was the most perfect birthday gift from an almost perfect husband.