Yesterday was supposed to be a big day for Sparky the donkey. He was finally going to make the move from my parents’ farm to our farm. Sparky is the last of the equids to make the move, and he had waited his turn for quite awhile. My dearly departed Dad purchased Sparky at a gas station one fateful morning. My dad had stopped at his usual place a few miles from his farm for a cup of coffee. As he left he noticed a stock trailer in the parking area so he wandered over to have a look inside. When he peered inside the trailer he saw Sparky looking back at him.
As he was talking to Sparky the driver of the rig came out and walked back to his truck. My Dad asked if that was his donkey in the trailer. The man answered yes, but that he was hopeful he would only own Sparky for a few more hours. He was taking Sparky to a cattle auction barn and hoping they would let him drop him off. Anyone who knew my Dad would not be surprised by what came next. He offered to purchase Sparky and told the guy he had a farm just a few miles away. The guy agreed to sell Sparky to him, and my dad purchased Sparky for an “undisclosed amount.”
My parents were leaving that morning on a trip out of the country. Apparently my dad instructed the man with his newly purchased donkey to drive around for awhile before delivering Sparky. My parents left on their trip, and a few hours later I came to the farm. Imagine my surprise as I drove up the driveway and saw a donkey standing in my parents’ front yard. I called the neighboring farms asking if anyone was missing a donkey. No one was missing a donkey. Not knowing what to do with the donkey in their front yard I called my parents in England at 2am and made the announcement to my mom that their was a donkey in their front yard, and what should I do? My dad got on the phone and informed both me and my mom that he had purchased the donkey that morning on his way out of town to keep it from going to an auction. I was told to make sure the donkey made it to a pasture and had everything he needed.
That fateful day was almost 17 years ago. Thus it should have come as no surprise to us that Sparky was quite settled in his surroundings after almost two decades. He had all of the furniture arranged just the way he wanted it, he knew where everything was, and all was ok. So why would he want to move?
Well he didn’t want to move so he declined to get on the trailer even though his best buddy was already in there. We had tried ahead of time desensitizing him to the trailer. Obviously that didn’t work. Sparky is very agreeable about most things in life. Two of his big exceptions are needles (every spring I post pictures of Sparky dragging the vet, Jason and a few extra handlers around as we try to vaccinate him) and small doorways. Sparky does not like small gates or doors.
First we tried being patient, letting him check things out, just standing around like it was no big deal. We tried his favorite cookies, we tried carrots and grain, and he would get up to the edge of the trailer and that was it. We tried pulling him forward with the leadrope, we tried pushing him from behind, Jason finally got behind him with the tractor and tried to push him in that way. Sparky’s tactic to prevent that from working was to simply lay down on the ground. Talk about giving us the finger – or the hoof. In case you are wondering it is damn near impossible to do anything with a donkey that is laying down on the ground. I felt like we were living out a used car commercial – you know for the “push it, pull it or drag it in” promotions they always have about trading in used cars. Except instead of trying to push, pull or drag our car to a car lot we were trying to push, pull or drag the donkey onto the trailer.
Trying to push Sparky ahead with the tractor; as you can see his feet are firmly planted
This is right before Sparky said “eff all of you” and laid down
Trying to use a rope to get him on the trailer. Sparky didn’t even have to break a sweat as he stood there with his feet planted.
We finally gave up. Sparky has no need to send out announcements with his new address since he opted to stay at his current location. Jason and I talked over our options last night and today we visited Sparky again. He is now in a large dry lot and a stock trailer is parked in there with him. The door is tied open and his food and water are in the trailer. Neither Jason or I love this option but we can’t come up with a better one. For anyone who is going to suggest sedation Sparky reacts very poorly to sedation, and on top of that usually just blows right through it anyway.
I spent another couple of hours sitting on the edge of the trailer today with Sparky. I petted him, fed him cookies, and splashed the water and gave him a few bits of hay. It is amazing how far he can streeeeetch his neck to get a cookie in the trailer without ever having to place a foot in it. We won’t be able to work with him any tomorrow as we have too many other things going on, but we’re going to try again in a couple of days. Hopefully he will have already decided to get on and off the trailer on his own when he gets thirsty and hungry. I told Jason that when we finally get him on the trailer we’ll have the same issues in reverse trying to get him off the trailer. Hopefully Sparky will consent to getting on the trailer sooner rather than later. It would be a real shame to not send out all of those cute cards announcing his new address.
Having some more quality time with Sparky today. He can streeeetch his head and neck in all the way to those Mrs. Pastures cookies without setting one hoof on the trailer.
MyLight and Calimba grooming
Cinnamon and Silky
Kennedy is napping, Rocky just got up from a roll, Donovan is rolling, and Stormy is watching everyone
Levendi and Moe grooming
Trigger and Homer
B-Rad and Darby
Oskar and Kennedy grooming
Largo and Clayton having a sunset grooming session (lots of grooming around the farm lately!)
Elfin and Grand