Inside some of the barns our donkeys have been provided with rubber matting which is laid beneath the wood shavings bedding. The rubber provides a warm cushion between the concrete floor and the donkeys’ hooves which is especially beneficial for the elderly donkeys that have hoof problems such as laminitis.
At last Billy has been able to leave Isolation - when he moved in there from my home in Ottery St Mary on 14th October 2009 we did not expect him to be there for three and a half months. He had to have blood tests and was too poorly to be castrated until 15th December, and now six weeks after the operation he has made the short journey to Brookfield Farm where once he has settled in he will be introduced to a group of young male donkeys.
It was great to see Flyn rolling in the mud at our Derbyshire Centre after my last visit (see "Flyn's in good shape"). Nothing special you may say, but Flyn has deformed limbs and has trouble walking so just the fact that he can get down to roll is incredible. As you can see in the picture he has mud all over - both sides, He was very pleased with himself and did not care that he had just been beautifully groomed by Hannah - you wouldn't believe it from the picture!
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I visited Newton Farm, our holding base in Derbyshire, last week and was delighted to see how much Barney had improved. His feet had been trimmed again and the twisted hoof was hardly touching the opposite leg so that he no longer required to wear the protective boot I mentioned in one of my earlier blogs (see "Barney's new boot"). A short piece of stocking net is now being used to make sure that the fetlock is not rubbed sore and the wound has healed very well.
What a great job the staff at Newton Farm are doing.
At 4 o'clock this morning Billy woke me with an extended braying session... 14 times without stopping - that's eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore, eee-yore... try doing that out loud and you will get some idea of what it sounds like on a clear crisp Autumn morning. Graham, my husband, muttered "there's nothing wrong with his lungs" as he turned over and pulled the pillow over his head!