I kind of think its my responsibility to take care of them to the best of my ability... wish I had more money and time to do more.. If time and money were not an object I'd have a 'track' system with varied terrain and obstacles to maneuver to insure they got more exercise with slow feed hay nets spaced at regular intervals, instead of a bug square pasture. But we don’t own this place and the time is coming when we will need to move. The pasture will turn into a corn or wheat field so creating what would be a huge issue for the owner.
I’d love to have the time (and again the money) to have them all broke to drive and be able to drive them as a trio through the woods and down the trails… wouldn’t that be a hoot to see! But alas, I need to work to pay for their keep… 😊
My mare had an issue with thrush for months earlier this year, we are finding the high iron in our water may be the cause of a lot of her issues – many feeds contain iron, either additionally added or occurring naturally in the ingredients. Filtering our water and cutting commercial feed (neither she nor the donks need an extra calories to be honest.. basically I was killing them with kindness) was a start.
Because they are easy keepers and at risk for founder/laminitis, low sugar hay is the way to go, and everyone is in their teens so high protein isn’t a need either. I like this hay because I can (and do) keep it in front of them 24/7 in winter to ensure A: they are warm B: their guts are always moving and C: they are happiest when eating… LOL
Adopting the donkeys has been an epic journey and learning experience. I’ve always felt honored to have been able to adopt them. I promised to take care of them and meet their needs when I took on their responsibility.
I do wish I could do more, esp for the beautiful little 13 year old beagle mix that was recently left at our local humane society – because her owners were moving and ‘couldn’t take her with them. Just thinking about it breaks my heart. I have 2 dogs over 10, with old dog issues. One is dog aggressive – which is why that little lady isn’t living out her final days with me… I just can’t get her off my mind…