LoL. No the asses wandered onto my property about 2am one morning. Grazed for about 2 hours circling the house and back into the woods. Guess they didn't like my gr-ass.....
Honestly the more Broome posts the more he becomes one of my favorite racers. (Ed and RiTchie currently battle for that numero uno spot, so the bar isn't set super high )
When that farmer finds out all the trouble you went through to see that donkey again, I don't think he will let you two alone without supervision
Before I left home I spent some time on google maps. I’m 90% sure I know where he is. Or I am at least close enough that I will go look when I get home and should be able to remember it.
If you ever get up this way near Mosport (40-45min east) there's a rescue donkey sanctuary I think would be right up your alley . You can walk up to, and pet all the strange Canadian ass' you want lol. https://www.primrosedonkeysanctuary.com/
I love petting zoo’s!!! They are my favorite place to go. I will do that. Lovette is taking me to a big zoo here in Copenhagen Saturday. She said you can feed the hippos. I hope I can play with them.
Broome, Did you give the donkey/mule a name yet? or did the farmer have one already? Make sure you take apples and carrots with you next time.
Not pears. They may seem the same to you & me, but I have it on very good authority (a horse, actually) that they are indeed dissimilar. The horse stomped the pear slice into the dirt while snorting & shaking his head. No means no, mofo!!!!!
Hippos are probably one of the most territorial/mean animals in the wild. I've got some friends that kayaked the Zambezi river or something in Africa. Had to have a boat nearby with guys with large rifles in case they got too close because the hippo will come after you, and they are pretty damn fast in the water for such a large animal.
He doesn’t have a name yet. The farmer just kept saying “this guy” and “this one”, etc. Maybe that’s why the donkey didn’t want to be around any of them, they didn’t make him feel like family. I will give him a name. I’ll see what comes to me when I see him again.