Leo's New Mummy

Leo is completely convinced that Sasha is his long lost mummy. They are like two peas in a pod!

Tintin's First Christmas

This was Tintin's first Christmas in safety, following his rescue from the meat trade. If he were a cat, he would have used up several of his nine lives by now, as not only was he saved because another horse died in his place, he was sent back as he lacked a piece of paper, and we thought all was lost. Finally he made it to freedom and is safe for life.

A huge gorgeous donkey, as time has gone on, he has revealed his demons. He is terrified of a brush - no doubt been bashed with one, and even a grooming brush at first scared him to death. Even a hoof pick was an instrument of tortune.

On another occasion, he had come in at night and we had a lorry come to deliver some goods - the sound of the lorry outside scared him so much he tried to climb out of the stable - he clearly had been herded into a vehicle at night, and he was sure they had come to take him away again.

If only they could talk and tell us what has happened to them.

His love affair, with Vodka donkey, continues, they totally adore each other.

Sasha's New House

After a lot of work, she has finally managed to move to an indoor stable - needs painting but at least she is in out of the weather.

Sasha's new feet

Having arrived with the most awful feet, they are a bit better after a trim!

Sasha Gets Settled

Our little comtois mare, bought sight unseen, is settling in, so far so good.

Her little tootsies are dreadfully long and painful, waiting for farrier to attend, but she seems to have a sweet gentle nature and is enjoying being coddled a bit.

Here she is.

RIP Jenny

Little Jenny, a 40 year old donkey, joined our little gang just over two months ago.

Last week, she got cast in the stable and had to be assisted by the fire brigade. Whatever the cause, from then on she refused to eat, despite being tempted by anything possible. We gave the medication a chance to kick in, but as she was getting weaker, a decision was made that the following morning if there was no improvement, that would be the end.

She died overnight and was found the next morning, all very sad.

Goodbye Jenny, a very gentle feisty independent little donkey. We only had you a very little bit of your long life, but we miss you.