Donkeys


Because I like to keep our blog focused on happy things, I have agonized for weeks over whether I should write about this or not. I finally decided that I need to.

This is a roping donkey. As is the case in West Texas, donkeys are popular here in some circles as a training tool for roping horses.

On a regular basis, this donkey is tied to the end of the pole shown in this picture. This makes it so that he can only run in a circle when people on horseback chase him and rope his head and his feet.

Unfortunately, there isn’t anything that can be done since he is in good body condition and “appears” healthy. The roping issue won’t cut it with law enforcement here. 

There are reasons why many people feel donkeys shouldn’t be used for roping:

  • Donkeys are work and friend animals and aren’t made for roping.
  • They can’t handle it physically or emotionally.
  • As you know, donkeys have long necks. The esophagus of a steer is located higher and deeper in the muscles of their necks, which are shorter than that of a donkey.
  • A donkey’s esophagus can be crushed by a rope because of its placement and exposure.
  • Rope burns. They wrap steers’ horns to protect them, but do they wrap anything on donkeys? (The answer is no.)
  • The stifle joints of a donkey (similar to a person’s knee) can’t handle that type of roping.

And then there are reasons that people train roping horses on donkeys:

  • Donkeys last longer than cattle and they’re cheaper.

Washington’s Birthday is a federal holiday in America, celebrated on the third Monday of February in honor of George Washington, the first President of the United States. It is also commonly known as Presidents Day.

In 1783, George Washington retired to Mount Vernon, his 8,000-acre country estate 16 miles south of Washington, D.C., on the banks of the Potomac River. According to his adopted son and early biographer, George Washington Parke Custis, the former general “became convinced of the defective nature of the working animals employed in the agriculture of the southern States, and set about remedying the evil by the introduction of mules instead of horses, the mule being found to live longer, be less liable to disease, require less food, and in every respect to be more serviceable and economical than the horse in the agricultural labor of the southern States.”

To this end, Washington vowed to buy large jacks abroad to bring to Virginia to sire better mules. Instead, he was given two jacks – Royal Gift (an Andalusian jack) and Knight of Malta (a Maltese ass) – by foreign dignitaries King Charles III of Spain and Washington’s friend the Marquis de Lafayette. In less than 15 years Washington had 58 mules working at Mount Vernon.

A later biographer, Paul Leland Haworth, expounded on these remarkable gifts:

Washington, according to his own account, was the first American to attempt the raising of mules. Soon after the Revolution he asked our representative in Spain to ascertain whether it would be possible ‘to procure permission to extract a Jack ass of the best breed.’ At that time the exportation of these animals from Spain was forbidden by law, but Florida Blanca, the Spanish minister of state, brought the matter to the attention of the king, who in a fit of generosity proceeded to send the American hero two jacks and two jennets. One of the jacks died on the way over, but the other animals…arrived on the fifth of December, 1785.

According to careful measurements…[Royal Gift] was fifteen hands high, and his body and limbs were very large in proportion to his height; his ears were fourteen inches long, and his vocal cords were good. He was, however, a sluggish beast, and the sea voyage had affected him so unfavorably that for some time he was of little use. Ultimately, however, ‘Royal Gift’ recovered his strength and ambition and proved a valuable piece of property.

[Royal Gift] was presently sent on a tour of the South…No doubt the beast aroused great curiosity along the way among people who had never before set eyes upon such a creature. We can well believe that the cry, ‘General Washington’s jackass is coming!’ was always sufficient to attract a gaping crowd. And many would be the sage comments upon the animal’s voice and appearance.

In 1786 Lafayette sent Washington from the island of Malta another jack and two jennets…The new jack, the ‘Knight of Malta,’ as he was called, was a smaller beast than ‘Royal Gift,’ and his ears measured only twelve inches, but he was well formed and had the ferocity of a tiger. By crossing the two strains Washington ultimately obtained a jack called ‘Compound,’ who united in his person the size and strength of the ‘Gift’ with the courage and activity of the ‘Knight.’ The General also raised many mules, which he found to be good workers and more cheaply kept in condition than horses.

Henceforward the peaceful quiet of Mount Vernon was broken many times a day by sounds which, if not musical or mellifluous, were at least jubilant and joyous.

Excerpted from Sue Weaver, The Donkey Companion (Storey Publishing, 2008).

 

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How ironic that we were talking about burro’s tails earlier this week, even if we were talking about plants.

Bernard’s donkey tail is perfectly fine.

So is Ellsworth’s.

Nigel’s burro tail is fine too.

Fergus’s tail… well, that’s another story.

What or who is responsible for taking the long hairs from our handsome boy’s tail?

Fergus isn’t talking and inquiring minds want to know.

After being cooped up for three days, Bernard was in a very playful mood yesterday.

And Don had himself a 400-pound dance partner. ♥ ♥ ♥

 

Albuquerque’s normal average high temperature for Groundhog Day is 51°F.  Our high temperature yesterday was 9 degrees.

The wind chill while we did chores last night was -16°F. Let me tell you, I forgot what cold feels like.

When the Canada geese hunker down, it’s cold.

This is what things looked like at Morning Bray Farm on Tuesday morning.

And this is what things looked like yesterday morning. We’re totally not used to having snow hang around. Cold.

Hence, I was in a complete panic yesterday morning when I saw the boys’ feet. (Carson, thanks for talking me off the ledge! )

Their hooves weren’t even touching the ground!

Try as we might, Don and I couldn’t pick the frozen hoof cakes out of the boys’ feet. And believe me, we tried.

The horrible hoof cakes were a result of the boys walking back and forth between the snow-covered pasture and the corral.

After we closed the gate to the pasture to prevent more accumulation, Don and I were able to pick the boys’ feet clean once things warmed up a bit (to 9 degrees).

This is a perfect example of how the horrible hoof cakes were made. See the layers of snow and corral dirt?

If we made it through last night, we’re golden. The forecast calls for 25°F today and 40°F on Friday. ♥

I promise this is the last bucket post you’ll see for a while.

If you’ve ever wondered, this is what happens when you combine four inquisitive donkey boys with one bucket filled with water. Mind you, there’s a perfectly good tub filled with water just steps away from the bucket. (In other words, don’t let them convince you it’s been three days since their last drink.)

No surprise that Bernard is always nearby. That’s Ellsworth’s tongue again, by the way.

Bernard convinces Fergus that this water is worth going out of one’s way to drink.

Then manages to drag the bucket away from Fergus. See the water sloshing out of the bucket?

Fergus makes an appeal for help. Mamma, isn’t there anything you can do about Bernard?

Fergus gives it another shot, with Bernard up to his usual antics…a la Lochness Monster.

Fergus: Look here, you little squirt.

Fergus: Mamma, do you see that he’s outta control?

Me: It’s a madhouse, I tell ya. 

Ellsworth: Mamma, isn’t there anything you can do about the pipsqueak?

Me: Well, will you look at that? Nigel has finally overcome his fear of bucket alligators. (Nigel was terrified of buckets when he first came to Morning Bray Farm.)

Fergus and Nigel in unison: Mom!

Fergus: Don’t you worry, Nigel. I got you covered.

Fergus: You drink… I got your back.   ♥ ♥ ♥

Last March, I listened in horror as our neighbor told me that she saw Bernard pick up a five gallon bucket and start beating Ellsworth with it.

Over the weekend, I had the pleasure of experiencing a Bernard bucket beating. Now I know how Ellsworth feels.

You see, Bernard is obsessed with buckets.

He loves picking them up.

And he’s a big fan of sharing.

What a sweet, thoughtful boy.

**B-O-N-K**   That was the sound of the bucket hitting me in the head.

This is a message for the newspaper delivery man.

Hi. Um, we love that you always deliver the newspaper on time, but because we have donkeys, we have a huge favor to ask.

Could you please not throw the paper so that it lands leaning up against the fence? Thank yew sew much.

If we had checked donkey teeth for newsprint…


A very special thank you to each of you who celebrated our first anniversary with us. ♥

Congratulations to the winner of our first anniversary contest; Pam from Life on a Southern Farm, who left comment #5. Pam’s name was chosen using Random.org. She’ll be seeing a Morning Bray Farm t-shirt in her mailbox soon. Hugs to Jack! ♥ ♥

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