This morning when we went out to feed Noelle didn't show up which is unusual. She's always been good about coming in at feeding time, going into her pen & waiting for her carrot.
After everyone was fed John went to look for her. He found her dead laying in the big wash that runs across the property. She had been walking along the bank & it caved in. There was no struggle at all, I would imagine it broke her neck.
She had just started to interact with the other donkeys. When she first came, she didn't like anyone, then she started hanging with the mules. She had been a companion for a horse for years. But just in the last few days she had been showing more interest in the donkeys. I would imagine she was with the herd, & they were on their way to their next special spot & she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She had only been here a little while, but they all become special so quickly. We got such a kick out of her not eating hay unless there was some alfalfa in it. John finally "weaned" her to straight bermuda, but it was a challenge.
She was grumpy & opinionated, would not cooperate unless there was a treat involved. But she "allowed" me to scratch her withers, & although she tried to act like she didn't like it..........she did. I'm sure if we had more time, she would have mellowed, we just didn't have enough time.