Many people visiting the Sanctuary would often see a familiar face down on the Main Yard... that face belonging to George, who at the age of 42, was the oldest resident donkey here at Slade House Farm.
My love of donkeys started way back in the 1960s when visiting the Oxfordshire countryside and saw two donkeys in a field whom I named Titch and Mitch. After several years I moved house and not far away was a Donkey Stud. The noise, particularly in the morning was very loud with all the braying. It was always a great moment when I walked the short distance to see the donkeys over the fence.
Hi everyone my name is Rocky, although my humans call me Rockstar as I am a little bit of a SUPERSTAR!
I'm an adorable little mule that lives at Town Barton Farm. My mother was a pony and my father was a donkey so that makes me a mule!
It is my last day at Il Rifugio degli Asinelli (IRDA) here in Italy and hopes of a dry day have been dashed!
I carried out a long session with Margherita going over all of the things we have learnt this week. Catching work in the field, groomed all over including in-between lags, belly, mane and tail, picking out all four feet, checking her eyes, ears and teeth, and ‘walk on’, ‘stand’ and ‘back’ commands.
Looking after over 500 donkeys here at Woods Farm our work's cut out in making sure they're all cared for, fed and mucked out. So you can imagine how we feel when we look up and capture moments like this.
On the last few days, misty mornings have given way to sunny afternoons, which has really helped the bog out the front of the stables to start too dry out. Unfortunately I woke this morning to heavy rain and when I arrived to start working with the mules, the bog now resembles a pond!