Not using names, including the donkey’s, to avoid identifying … will call donkey “Jenny”.
Jenny is on the right, showing her small size in comparison with her companion, at the foster home. Learned today that she is 15 yo. Don’t know the details of her history, but she was a law enforcement seizure. She has clearly recovered a long way from the neglect.
I will cut through the suspense: Loading took roughly 10 seconds.
Foster mom got the halter on her and walked her right out of the pen and straight up the ramp onto the trailer. Cheers all around for foster mom, and for Jenny.
This little jenny is one of the sweetest, kindest, gentlest, most adorable creatures I’ve ever met. She was a rock star all day.
Foster mom had greatly understated her acquired understanding of donkeys, and how much progress she has made with Jenny, who had very little positive experience of people before landing here. Jenny follows her around. And, Jenny quickly warmed up to me and was ready to follow me around as well.
Foster mom said several times “the burros are the boss”. At first I thought this was just a nice thing that people say about their pets. Gradually I realized it was true! LOL Foster mom echoed everything said in this thread about burros. (She calls them ‘burros’.) She said she had been studying about them, but in truth it seems the burros themselves were her best teachers.
Little Jenny was a good teacher as to how we should do trailer-loading and traveling. She was consistent. She rewarded our good behavior with cooperation and affection. She removed our options to do anything she disagreed with by anchoring, or taking actions over which we had no control. With immediate release when we corrected our actions. She got everything she wanted. So did we.
As several folks had projected, yep all of the dividers had to come out of the two-horse trailer. Jenny rode loose with a hay net, and rode very well. The road was smooth and flat for the trip which I think helped a great deal. I was very careful with acceleration and deacceleration, and did not feel that she was ever off balance. In fact, the trailer was so quiet that 15 minutes into the trip I pulled into a gas station to stop and check on her. She was at her hay and looked at me like “I’m fine. Drive.”
With Jenny’s kind cooperation we were able to get the trip all done before 3 inches of rain poured down that afternoon! Thank you Jenny!
So, arrived at the foster home in the a.m. and was able to pull into the pasture where the pens are, and park and lower the ramp right in front of Jenny’s pen. Then foster mom was putting the halter on Jenny (that took longer than loading because Jenny is a bit wiggly about it) while I opened all the windows & air vents on the trailer. So that gave the two donkeys a few moments to look at the trailer while they were still quiet in their pen. Foster mom soothed them with one small carrot piece each. Companion donkey was moved to another pen (she’s rather bossy, according to foster mom). Both were calm.
Once the ramp was down, I swung the divider wide and dropped the chest bars so foster mom wouldn’t have anything in front of her while leading Jenny in. Escape doors open. With foster mom leading, Jenny went out of the pen and right up the ramp beside her and into the trailer. Got carrot piece. Then they both stood quietly waiting for what’s next. I let them stand for a short moment, and as all was calm, went ahead and raised the ramp and fastened it. They were both calm and copacetic with this.
The dividers are supposed to help horses stabilize themselves during the trip. But once we had all the doors closed and we were both in with Jenny, to figure out how to arrange her & the dividers, Jenny began to calmly walk in a circle around the interior, going under each divider in turn. To show us that these dividers were not going to work! LOL
(I had the divders lowered to ‘reining horse’ setting, down from 'TB/WB ’ setting. Jenny could still walk under them.)
So with the trailer closed up and both of us in it with Jenny (there was lots of room), we began dismantling all the parts, and passing them out the side door (opening & closing for each one so it didn’t look like something Jenny would want to charge out of). Jenny was fine with this activity and showed that she approved by standing close to us as we did this. By this time the lead rope was tied around her neck and she was loose. There was no point in leading her as she was only going where she wanted to go.
Foster mom got out to go get/do something for a few minutes. I was fiddling/twiddling with something. Sweet Jenny walked right over to me and stood very close for several minutes, with her fuzzy head almost touching me while I fiddled. She seemed to be showing her emotional support, or something. Her large woolly forehead is so pettable! She seemed to like being petted.
(Thanks for the tips on donkey kicks. While all the fiddling was going on, I was careful about where I leaned down to get things. Foster mom pointed that out as well. Jenny never kicked, but it would be an expected instinctive reaction if triggered.)
Foster mom gave her a very sincere goodbye, with good wishes for her future. Foster mom is reducing her foster herd, but it’s impossible not to be attached to each one.
Then we left for an uneventful 2-hour drive to Jenny’s new home with her permanent adopter. Jenny rode beautifully and ate most of her hay. When we arrived, adopter-mom got in the trailer with a few pieces of carrot and spent several minutes making friends. When they were ready, I lowered the ramp, and Jenny followed adopter mom with no problem to her new stall. Beside her two new donkey friends, and a couple of horses. (They live turned out most of the time.) The little farm has shelter, pens, good-sized pasture with grass, and some tall trees. It is lovely and seems to be well suited for the 5-6 equines living there.
Sometimes equines seem to have a sense of when they are moving somewhere good, that will suit them well. I had a feeling that Jenny understood this trip and was ready for it. How could she know that her life would change so much today? I don’t know if that is possible, but Jenny certainly did everything to make the trip and the transition go well. And when she could have been understandably fussy about loading or traveling, she calm and cooperative.
In my very brief time with her, Jenny sold me on donkeys. I know that donkeys can be difficult and obstreperous. And although I like their singing, it would be better if they didn’t tune up at 6 am like the ones down the road from where I grew up. But if tame, gentle donkeys are as affectionate and attentive as the charming, delightful Jenny, what wonderful barn pets they would be.
In this photo Jenny is beginning her demonstration of why these dividers & bars have to go … you can see her disapproval in her expression. Right after this she began walking under all of the dividers/bars in turn. (That’s foster mom with her.)
I wish I had thought to get a photo of little her loose and happily at her hay in this large, otherwise empty, horse trailer!
Jenny at her new home, with an experienced donkey-mom, and a better look at her markings …
So, an easy trip after all, and a happy ending today!