Going to any animal adoption is a dangerous thing for me. I’m surprised that anyone in my family let’s me within ten miles of adoption events.
So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I returned from North Carolina with a new addition to my herd.
She is #3755. That’s her tag number because I haven’t announced her name yet. Stay tuned, my impatient peeps.
She is a 19-year-old burro from Teels Marsh outside Marietta, Nevada. These burros used to work in the salt mines from 1860 to the late 1890s. When the mines closed, the miners let the Burros free.
Kind of a bittersweet thought. They worked hard. Booooo. Suddenly they are free. Yay!!!!! But how to survive????? Booooo.
They must have been bewildered to just be turned loose. Makes my heart hurt to think about it. But, of course, I’m putting human emotion in the world of wild burros.
Hmmmmm. Is it possible that they feel similar emotions?
I sure believe so.
This burro chose me. I had no intentions of adopting another fur baby. But I was eyeballing a few chocolate burros when this old gal walked up and put her nose on my hand.
My heart melted, especially when I saw how old she is. Who adopts a 19-year-old??????
Me, that’s who.
And she will earn her keep.
Did you know burros are excellent guard animals? They naturally do not trust or like dog-like animals (think foxes, coyotes…) and will charge them, braying loudly and even striking with their hooves.
It will be interesting to see how it goes because I’ve never tamed a wild horse or burro. I usually leave that up to my daughter, the mustang whisperer, Cat. But I wanted to throw my hat into the ring so that I’m not left on the sidelines.
So I’ll keep you all posted how #3755 and I do in the upcoming days. Lots of videos on FB, IG, and here on my blog. Stay tuned. ❤️