Whoa!

 Jeremiah needs to learn how to stop when he's afraid and let me help him.  To work on this, I've added a form of "sacking out" to our routine.  This phrase conjures up negative images of fear and kicked up dust, but it shouldn't be that way.  I tie JJ to the hitching post and I show him something potentially scary.  If he reacts by moving his feet, I ask him to 'Whoa'.  When he stops, I praise him and offer a treat for being a brave burro.  Pretty soon, he learns that I won't push him to the point where he has to move his feet and I won't hurt him with the new object.  He gets praise and treats for standing.  I start out by getting close enough for him to reach out and smell it.  When he does, he gets a treat.  Then, I back off and re-approach with it at his shoulder, then his back, and off to the other side to repeat the process (which usually goes much faster).  It's game we play where he gets lots of treats for being brave.  

One other interesting thing that I've added to his routine are hugs.  Or, more accurately, burro hugs.  I reach over his withers and pet his opposite shoulder or neck.  It helps calm him.  I use it whenever I think he might need it, or to be friendly.  He seems to calm down a bit.

To make sure both burros are not spreading parasites back and forth, I dewormed Jeremiah today with the same dewormer I used on Marty.  Fecal tests next month to make sure they're clear.  

Marty is already looking better since his deworming.  He had loose poops for several days, which usually means the body is ridding itself of killed parasites.  He is brighter and more energetic.  His cough is also gone, so the vet must have been correct about the endocarditis.  His antibiotics are almost gone now.  I think he has maybe two more days of it.  His bray is becoming louder and stronger as well.  The farm has been too quiet.  It's nice to hear braying again.  

Marty at the hitching post.

Bolting, Again

 Both burros are really doing well with having their hooves picked out daily, brushing, walking around the farm and seeing new things, and tolerating blankets on their backs.  I can't put the pack saddle on until I receive the cinches.  I thought it came with, but nope.  They should be here in a week or two.  In the meantime, JJ and I started out in the arena with sidepassing, backing, and turning on the hind end.  He is making slow progress.  

Then, since he did so well the other day on the road, I took him for a short walk.  I want to hit the trails with these guys so badly.  JJ did well, but he was nervous because the neighbor across the street was mowing her lawn.  She looked to be done with the upper portion, so we turned that way for our walk.  

Only one neighbor with an old truck drove by and stopped a bit to talk.  JJ was tense but not too worried, until he heard the mower in the woods behind us.  I forgot that she has a trail she mows through there.  JJ suddeenly bolted.  I tried to turn him, but his neck was set and his momentum built too quickly for me to gain control.  I let go.  He ran to our property and stopped outside his paddock fence.  I walked up to him, picked up his lead rope, reassured him, and we headed back up the road.  He balked a bit, but I got him almost to where we were before, and then he bolted again.  The neighbor just started weed whacking.  I fetched him again, and we walked partway up, and then past the gate the other direction, before heading back home.  

I pushed him too hard today.  I thought he was ready, but the mowing noises must have been too much for him.  I have a few rope burns to remind me to slow down a bit and do more basics.  Our neighbor is nice person, and always mows her lawn on Saturday morning.  She has her headphones on and probably didn't even know that we had so much trouble.  We'll stay on the farm for a few more weeks and avoid Saturday morning walks.  

I took Marty out for grooming and a walk around the farm.  He did so well.  He even made tentative friends with one of the goats.  While grooming him, I noticed, with alarm, that he has still not gained weight.  His coat is still rough and he is too bony along his topline, shoulders, and hips.  I also hear a lot of tummy noises whenever I'm close to him.  I asked the vet about deworming, but she was more focused on his heart murmur.  I had some deworming paste, so I gave him a dose for his approximate weight.  I hope it makes a difference.  He was very good for the dewormer because he's so used to his antibiotic in the mornings.  

The Big Blue Ball

 I don't remember when they became popular, but the horse world has been inundated with giant toy balls for horses over the last ten years.  There are plenty of videos of horses rolling, chasing, kneeling and biting at these balls.  

The burros were not aware of this trend.  In fact, the idea of going anywhere near a giant, bright colored, round thing that moves at the slightest touch, is the opposite of what they would like to do.  JJ, especially, considers the ball a threat to his immediate health and welfare.  

I suppose it will take some work to get him to go near the thing.  Since they are profoundly popular among horsey types, we might see them at the event in December, so I do think this introduction is necessary, but it will have to wait.

In the meantime. daily grooming and hoof picking is the top priority for both burros to be healthy and well-adjusted.  We took them both for a walk together, but Marty was the weakest link, slowing and stopping at every chance.  We'll have to go back to individual walks.  

Burro Cafe

 Marty likes his medicine.  Every morning, I dissolve it in warm water and add molasses until it's the color of tea, but thicker.  Then, I draw it up in a big syringe and slip into the corner of his mouth.  I hold his chin up and push the liquid in slowly.  Marty half closes his eyes and sucks it right up.  It's like his morning coffee.  His own personal Cafe Mol-Ass blend.

They really enjoy their paddock and the feeder is perfect.  Donkeys tend to poop near (or on) their hay, so you need it up off the ground.  I'm using a goat hay feeder for them.  It's the perfect height and easily dragged into their stall on rainy days.   

After giving Marty his liquid happiness, I brought Jeremiah out for grooming and fun.  I took my time picking out his hooves and treating him for thrush (they look better already).  I also did a few preliminary steps for tricks I'd like to teach him.  Then, we moved on to more practical work.  Once again, he tolerated the blanket on his back, but this time I asked him to walk with it folded in half, like a saddle blanket.  The shifting and changing view of it made him think a bit.  He did well.  

Next, we walked off the farm for the first time.  He's still a little reactive around long gates, so we practiced going in and out of our farm gate a few times before walking down the road.  He was worried about the footing until he stepped out and realized it was packed clay and sand.  It was smooth, but the vehicle tracks and the variety of colors threw him off a little.  Soon, he was calmly walking down the road, just outside of his own paddock.  Marty looked a little perplexed and perhaps a bit jealous.  

When we returned, I showed him the surcingle and held it, slightly tightened around girth area.  He was calm and relaxed.  He had a great day and seems to enjoy the new things I throw at him.  Especially because his calm reaction earns him little carrot slices.  

Marty has caught up to Jeremiah in all ways, except for picking out his hooves and going for walks.  Today, I really took my time with his back feet.  The front feet went well and I treated him for thrush, but it's been difficult to get him to keep them up long enough to really clean them.  I used the rope on his left hind to ask him to keep it up longer.  He responded well.  He worked his leg back and forth, but no kicking out.  Once he let me decide when to put his hoof down, he was rewarded.  Only three asks with the soft rope and he was doing so well that I removed it and asked one more time, before rewarding him and moving on.  When I asked for his right hind, he remember the lesson from his other hoof and willingly held it for me until I gave it back.  Both burros were easier with the second hind foot.  That tells me that they want to know what I'm asking them to do.  My language is probably a little clumsy, compared to professional trainers, but they got it.  What wonderfully, willing, creatures these burros are!  

Marty's Heart

I picked out all of JJ's hooves today and he accepted a blanket on him and around him with no reaction.  He also tolerated the pack saddle blanket.  I ordered a pack saddle his size and can't wait to try it on him.  First, however, I'll use the soft, pony-sized, surcingle to get him used to something around his girth.  I used it to teach Maggie, our Shetland Pony, how to ground drive.  

It was raining, so we missed our walk, but I showed him a pool noodle and he didn't even bat an eye.  A good grooming, fly spray, some treats, and then he went back to his paddock to relax.  His coat is already so much softer than when he first arrived.  

Next, I did the same with Marty.  He also accepted the blanket easily and allowed me to pick out all four hooves.  He fidgets a little when tied.  He's fascinated with how his lead rope works.  I caught him tugging on it.  He'll probably figure out how to untie himself one of these days.  

The burros with their saddle blankets.  

I moved my hands all over Marty, to test his reactions to a vet exam.  During the process, I found some itchy spots on his rump.  As I scratched him, he side-stepped towards me, gently, to help me reach as much as possible.  The vet arrived while I was scratching him.  

"Hi there", I called, "Just scratching my ass!" 

During the exam, the vet said Marty's lungs were not congested, but she heard a mild heart murmur.  That coupled with the fact that he hasn't gained any weight over the past three weeks, made her suspect endocarditis from an old wound that picked up some bacteria.  It could have happened when he was trapped, back in May, and they gelded him at the BLM facility, or from the old healed over wound near his right eye.   Endocarditis can cause a mild cough.  He also didn't have a temperature. Some bacteria have an affinity specifically for heart valves.  Some people with heart issues are prescribed an antibiotic before dental work because the bacteria from teeth is likely to get into their bloodstream and find those valves.  Marty has an alfalfa flavored antibiotic I'll introduce to him this morning, along with his ration balancer.  If he won't eat it, I can put it in a mixture of applesauce and water and feed it to him in a syringe.  The vet said that the murmur is so mild that it should not cause him any trouble in the future.  So, good news and a treatable issue that will, hopefully, resolve quickly.  Meanwhile, Marty is showing more of his sweet personality.  He likes hugs, begs shamelessly for treats, and even takes the occasional selfie....

 

Hoof Picks and Treats

 Jeremiah and I worked on hoof picking again today.  He's much spookier than Marty, so he's more reactive to scary, new things.  Handing over control of his back hooves is a big deal, but persistence paid off.  I used the rope to tell him what I didn't want by holding his foot up, if he kicked, and waiting for him to relax before letting him put it down.  In essence, I was answering his questions.  I asked him to lift the hoof, he struck out (which is technically lifting it).  I told him that he had to be calm before he could put it back down.  It took awhile before he understood and could bypass his fear reaction to actually not kick out.  Once he seemed to understand, I started getting him used to my hand asking him to pick up his foot.  That's the risky part.  I did get a few abrasions on my arm, but better that than by going too fast and getting a broken bone.  Eventually, he let me pick up his foot and put it down quietly.  He was immediately rewarded with a treat.  I managed to pick out all four feet and treat them for thrush today.  Now, the trick is to do this daily until it's no big deal.  I'm guessing we're a week away from his first hoof trimming.  

After that difficult lesson, we went for another walk where he was finally formally introduced to the husband.  I passed treats over and they bonded quickly.  JJ even made faces and lipped him gently for more treats.  

Back in the barn, I showed JJ a saddle blanket.  I used the approach and retreat method until he was more relaxed, then he was rewarded for touching the blanket.  We went so far as to place the blanket lightly on his shoulders before finishing up with a nice grooming.

There is something odd that I've been noticing about burros, vice training horses.  With horses, their peripheral vision is not quite connected, so a new scary object seen by the left eye, has not been seen by the right eye.  To correct for this, you can make sure both eyes see the object by turning the horse's head, and introduce the object as something new on each side of the horse.  So, showing JJ a blanket in front of him, and getting him to touch it with his nose, would adequately allow him to see the object with both eyes (as long as it wasn't in his blind spot).  However, when I touched his left shoulder with the object, his right eye would not see that and, theoretically, I would have to do the same on his right shoulder.  Even though the eyes have seen it in front, it still looks different on the sides.  This is how it is with horses.  JJ reacted to the new object touching his left shoulder until he accepted it.  However, when I moved over to his right shoulder, he did not react.  Are burros and donkeys different in this way?  Do they have more visual connections in the their brains?  A fun thing to ponder as I keep working with these guys.  

I took Marty out and we worked on picking up his poor, overgrown hooves.  He allowed me to mostly pick out his front feet and treat them for thrush (he has a worse case than JJ).  Duie to his quieter nature, I tried picking up his back feet without using the rope.  I ran my hand down his leg over and over again until I thought he was comfortable (he had no reaction).  Then, I asked for him to lift it, but let go as soon as he did.  He did not kick out, so I rewarded him with a treat immediately.  I asked again, and still, no kicking out.  More treats were provided.  I left it at him allowing one swipe with the hoof pick on each back foot.  

As I was contemplating what to teach him next, Marty coughed.  I've heard him cough once or twice before in the last two weeks.  I wondered if he had some sharp points on his teeth because it happened when he was eating.  This time, however, he had a little opaque discharge droplet in his nose.  It could be allergies, but it could also be shipping fever.  I'll call our vet for a visit tomorrow.  I'll also use a syringe filled with applesauce tonight to get him used to receiving meds by mouth, if they are required.  I'm not worried about anything more sinister.  BLM animals are screened quite well before leaving the West.  

The burros are really coming along well.  We're very happy with our new additions.  

Wild Hooves

 Marty and JJ are sharing the big paddock and they seem to have bonded.  We can halter them easily and they come into their stall to see us whenever we enter the barn.  Marty has a squeaky, breathy, warm-up to greet us (not a full bray, yet).  I can tell by the shavings on the their backs that they're using the stall and enjoying themselves.  Tonight, they ate a few treats and their vitamins from individual pans.  I hung some saddle blankets on the half wall that faces the barn aisle so they could explore them on their own.  They also have a toy that hangs down with a big ball on the end and a salt lick.  Both burros are playing with it.  We'll get them more toys soon.  

Now that their housing situation is settled, their training has made improvements as well.  They do seem to watch and learn from each other.  I brough JJ out first to groom.  He let me pick out both front hooves and treat them for thrush (he had a mild case brewing).  I can touch his back legs, but burros have a strong kicking response to anything pulling on their back legs.  So, I used a very soft rope to loop around his back leg, right above the hoof, to get him used to picking up the foot without me bending over and risking a kick.  He kicked out repeatedly.  As soon as he held it still, I loosened my hold so he could put his foot down.  Then, I told him, "up" and pulled his foot up again.  We did this until he let me lift his hoof with the rope, without kicking out.  Then, I used my hand down his leg to do the same thing.  He did graze my arm a few times, but he finally settled and let me hold it without kicking out.  Lots of praise and then on to the other leg.  He did well.  Tomorrow, I will see how he feels before I decide if I need to use the rope again.  With the other donkeys, I never did, but buirros had to rely on their back legs to defend themselves against real threats to life and limb.  

JJ and I walked around the farm a bit and saw some new sights.  I started working on trotting in hand with him.  He is still a little vague on that, but I know he'll catch on soon.  When we got back to the barn, I used the rubber curry comb on him, which he enjoys quite a bit.  He did really well today.  He's come a long way.  

Next, Marty came out for some grooming.  I tied him up for the first time, but he didn't really react.  He tugged a bit, played with the rope, and then looked around for me.  He let me briefly pick up both front feet and run my hands down his back legs.  Our son is teaching him to wiggle his lips for treats.  He will do anything for food.  Marty is going to be fun to trick train.