Godbless the Donkey or should I say Ponkey

Sometimes the Lord’s blessings come  wrapped in unique packages at the most  unusual times. At least that was case when  Gypsy came into our lives. Our usual peaceful farm had been turned upside down when my paint gelding was attacked by a cougar. After sending pictures of his wounds to the ministry of natural resources an expert was sent out to see if he could capture it. Despite numerous siteings from people in the community and the best efforts of the MNR the big cat remained elusive. It was at this time a friend from our local horse rescue had told me they had a donkey who`s adoption placement had not worked out and they needed a home for her as soon as possible. Knowing what wonderful protective guardians donkey`s could be I jumped at the chance to take one into our fold. Not knowing anything about her we drove out to pick her up picturing your typical grey miniature donkey. What a surprise we got when we pulled up to see a little white dynamo that looked far from the grey donkey  I saw in my mind`s eye. It turned out that we were getting a look at our first ponkey. A cross between a donkey and a pony.  A little sceptical about her ability to guard anything we took her home anyway, not wanting to turn down an animal in need. In the days to follow it soon became clear that although Gypsy didn`t look like your typical donkey she was  one in her heart.  Her voice made a booming braying sound that was definitely not horse like and she took to guarding all our livestock like it was second nature. If she sensed anything out of the ordinary she would immediately  round-up our goats and push them against the barn so that she was in between them and the possible threat. She was amazing! During the summer of the cougar when she sounded the alarm we would bring in the goats while she would run up and down the fence line bucking and kicking. She would not stop until the last goat and horse was taken in than she would trot into the barn and thrust her nose over every door checking to see if everyone was in.  She developed the habit of hour on the hour  slipping through our electric fence and visiting each paddock to make sure all the horses were secure. It became such an issue we eventually turned off the electric fence so she could visit and return to the goats when she wanted. Even the cougar seemed intimidated by her voice (surely it was not her appearance lol )because shortly after her arrival it avoided our property until it finally disappeared during hunting season in  the fall. She was the answer to our prayers and not just ours it would seem. Another one of our horses was injured. Beau a warm blood thoroughbred cross had tried to run through the fence snapping off a corner post of his paddock. No one was home at the time so we did not know exactly what happened but we assumed it had to be something major to cause him to spook so badly that he would try to go through the fence. He ended up badly injuring his leg and he could barely walk. Although we were giving him a chance to heal we really did not think he was going to make it. Again Gypsy became the answer to our prayers. As if sensing that Beau would have to keep walking if his leg was going to heal Gypsy would walk up to the back of him and give him a nip and then he would take a step. Than she would  hurry up to his head and nuzzled him for a minute or two only to  walk back behind him and repeat the process all over again. If I had not witnessed this process first hand I would not believe it. She became in a sense his own physical therapist and her care helped him to recover although he has a pronounced limp. I have since given up trying to guess what provisions the Lord will make for us for whether it is a Donkey or Ponkey or anything else I know that it will be nothing short of perfection

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