This little guy was pretty darned weak looking but we thought we would go on to see if is momma would come back to get him.
Unfortunately he was still there when we went back, no mom in sight and he wouldn't take water from David.
Unsure of what to do, if we could do anything, we went on home. David attempted to contact someone who may be able to help to no avail.
This morning he did get ahold of some California rescue group out of Palm Springs who suggested we see if he is still there and if we would be able to get him we would have to transport him to them....hummm.
Back out in the desert we went, neither of us feeling particularly healthy at all. Our little baby was still there-much weaker than yesterday. So weak in fact that he let me walk up to and sit next to him.
He was skiddish trying to get up, but I was able to get up to him by pulling the bill of my hat over my eyes and not making eye contact.
We sat there until David started moving the Jeep closure which scared him enough to get him to his feet.
While David was on the phone trying like mad to see if anyone would be willing to help this little peanut, I kept an eye on him,
My view to the left
And to the right
And straight ahead
No takers hollers David. And then I thought about Brenda at Brenda's Critter Corral who grooms our pups and who worked 4 full hours (two groomers for for full hours) to get our Parker Arizona (the dog we rescued in the desert two years ago) all cleaned up. Brenda has raised a few abandoned baby burros in the past, I remembered seeing pictures of them in her shop a few years back so... David calls, Brenda says "I'll take him" and then the work really starts.
I tried to kept the baby's attention focused on me while David TRIED to sneak up on him
After about an hour David lassoed him..true story...he made a lasso out of a rope, threw it and and got him! Seriously proud of my ole cowboy :)
As we are walking back to the Jeep we wonder how in the heck are we going to get him back to Parker? Our friend Terri was getting her truck ready for the transport but we thought we would try getting him into the back of our Jeep first. Well you would not believe the discussion this brought on between my cowboy and I. For crying out loud-men and women do things so differently and they will never ever see it our way! I guess, in the end, we compromised and got him in the Jeep. Once David got his hands on him and we started to lift him up, he just gave up and laid right down. I crawled in next to him for the trip to Parker. He was so quiet there were times I had to check for breathing.
Yep that's a bare foot you see by the baby's head-the flip flops were the first thing to come off once we had this little guy secured.
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Brenda was waiting-can I just say that I love this lady and all of the gals in her shop.
Here he is out of the Jeep and on his way to being well taken care of
Brenda figures he is about two months old, very dehydrated and hadn't eaten in some time. She will take him to her place where he will spend some time in her warm garage filled with hay until he is healthy enough to run in the pasture with her horses. Did I say that I love this lady.
Here is in the grooming shop-Brenda, David and another gal had to carry him into the back.
I sat on the floor and up he came,I would like to think to say 'Thank you'
Brenda ran right out to get some milk and grain for him. Here he is taking his first few drinks of milk. Brenda did have to force his nose in the milk and show him how to get nourishment
Look at the look of love on Brenda's face
Gotta love that milk dripping off of his bottom lip
Needless to say there were hugs and tears all around.
In memory of our Parker Arizona, who we also rescued from the desert two years ago. This is the 'I got him' picture. We still talk about you little buddy.
