As a novice farmer, last week was hard. I scheduled visits from both the vet and the farrier, who clips donkey hoofs. Tuesday, the vet came to check our trio of female donkeys and draw blood from the oldest named Cece. That crazy donkey knew something was up. She resisted putting on her halter and lead rope. After some coaxing with carrot treats she was persuaded. But the moment the needle went into her neck…she exploded. She ran around me while I held onto the lead. The needle fell to the ground. Cece was finished and so was I.
While the vet was packing up, I mentioned that the farrier was coming the next day. She suggested a low dosage of sedative for both Cece and Beatrice. An hour before the farrier came, I gave the two donkeys their sedatives. It didn’t take long for it to take effect. They could barely stand. The farrier began to work on Beatrice’s hoofs and, with some minor kicks, was able to accomplish his task. Then came Cece. She was drugged enough to fall over but somehow had enough where-with-all to snort and kick. There was no way he could trim her without being hurt. Meanwhile, almost a year old Audrey was watching how “proper” adult donkeys behave. And even though she had let him clip her hoofs, problems started up. By Friday, Audrey wouldn’t even let me clean them, and instead gave me a few warning kicks. Doing her hoofs had never been an issue before! After that, I came in the house, threw myself on the bed and cried.
(Photo- Martha Browne)