Big ears


Our two bonded donkey gals, Granny and Shadow, were both saved from Kill Pens, where they were awaiting shipment to a slaughterhouse in Mexico. We've helped them put on weight, overcome pneumonia, and heal their very unkempt and painful hooves. Today, we shower them with carrots, watermelon and massages. We're helping Shadow to become trusting again -- she's fearful and will still turn and run if you're carrying a can of Coke... or a winter hat...almost anything. Baby steps.


Our girls are attached at the hip. They eat, sleep, nap, graze, and even see the doctor together. In fact, when Granny had blood drawn, Shadow layed herself over Granny and waited for the process to be over. Granny is in her older years (18), and she's slower to get up the hill. She'll hee-haw out, and Shadow always answers back. We love those big ears - they get us every time! It's almost impossible to say 'no more carrots' to these two.

Learn more about where they came from and even see some videos in our Rescue area.


The first photo here was taken at the animal transfer station at the North Texas Humane Society. It's the moment we first met our girls. We later found out Granny's swolen belly was from Heaves, a respiratory infection that often comes to these poor animals when they are crammed on top of one another in these "Kill Pens." They are stuck with no food, water or fresh air... it's just heartbreaking the stories we've heard from the rescuers.

Checkout the llamas! This transfer station is essentially a caretaker's property - her name is Johanna - and she is personally responsible for creating the most magical, wonderful, Shrek-like environment on her property where there must be 50 animals all intermingling and learning to adjust to a life outside of neglect and abuse. From the moment you get out of your car, you are greeted by 10 wandering personalities and immediately start thinking, "We need a bigger barn. I love them all."

And finally, this is Granny today, in her special cape we made her to welcome her big brother, Stryker, to the ranch. She couldn't quite read what it said. She's such a great sport and a gentle, gentle soul.