We were going to meet Jeannine the artist and horse rescuer who had spotted the plight of Coco. The marechal Yves and Jacynth arrived and Yves did his stuff. Victoria sadly had to be in England but Nicholas was there, looking fondly I felt on his new member of the family.
Karen had arrived at this point with the horse box and so Coco very placidly walked with us all up to the road and along to be loaded into the box. With the knowing expertise of Karen, who tells me she does not know donkeys, she soon took charge and realised " I can manage this donkey just like my horses"
Coco was up into the box with out any problem with only a slight distraction of someone coming to see if we had permission to take the donkey. Fortunately we had the release papers which we did not need to produce. We had thought of this as the previous owner told us she would not be there.
The convoy set of and in a short time we had Coco unloaded and in to his field with his future friends the sheep in the adjoining field. It was a pleasure to see the boy with his new " Clarks startrite" shoes.
Remember those shoes at school Clarks startrite knockabouts?
The story ends with a happy conclusion with thanks to :-
Jeannine for spotting poor Coco's plight,
Victoria and Nicholas for offering him a home
Anke and Dirk for offering advice and helping
Jacynth and Yves for trimming badly deformed hooves,
M and K local farmers for giving 3 bales of hay.
A local vet who offered a years supply of vermifuge / wormer
and lastly but certainly not least Karen for transporting Coco with style and expertise.
Well done to all you animal lovers, giving Coco another and better chance of a good life.
... and don't I just look like a flower pot man?
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