Meet Kay the Halflinger Mule
Kay, affectionately known as Kaybo, is going on twenty-eight years old. The good news is the lifespan of a mule can be fifty or more.
I am sure most of you know what a mule is, but for those who don't, here's a little lesson. If a female horse and a male donkey get together, the offspring is a Mule. If a male horse and a female donkey get together, the baby is called a Henny. A donkey is a donkey.
We bought Kay and her younger sister, Bec from a man in Joplin who was too old to care for them. They were twelve and thirteen.
When Kay began to look thin, we brought her out of the horse pasture and gave her free reign of the entire place (except for the horse pasture).
Since it is apple season and we have an orchard, we had to close the gate to it for now. She would go out and eat every apple on the ground and it wasn't beneath her to pull the ones off the low hanging branches. We were going to have to go from fattening her up to putting her on a diet.
She is both funny and a pain in the butt. Today when I tried to take her picture, she followed me so close she pushed me back to the yard.
One night I took a golf cart down the lane to get away from the light so I could watch an eclispe of the moon.
I got out of the cart to get a better look at the sky. When you get away from the light of the house and outbuildings, turn off the lights on the vehicle, it is pitch black. You can't see your hand in front of your face.
I was there a few minutes when something touched my shoulder. I didn't know I could still move so fast.
It was Kaybo. She came up behind me and rested her head on my shoulder. If she had been a person I bet she would have said, whatcha doin'?
There are sheep in several of the places she can go. For the first six weeks, they ran from her. The only protection sheep have is to make a circle like a wagon train, stretch their necks to the ground and don't move. They get so close together, you couldn't put a hand between them.
If we see that from the house, one of us runs out
to find what is causing them to be afraid. To realize how helpless they are upsets me when I see them in that position.
Thank goodness they have learned to walk around her. As with most animals, Kaybo lives for food. We keep treats in the golf carts and tractors for the horses and donkeys. Kaybo knows where every can is stored in every machine. If you don't give her one, she will get her own.
Come back and visit me again. Lot's of things happen on a farm.