I was out scouting around for metal detecting sites near the railroad tracks and saw him. I pulled a few tufts of grass from outside the fence-line, and he came right up and ate from my hand. He's very tame and friendly!
Long as you are on one side of the fence and it's on the other. Darn thing we had here, couldn't trust him. Couldn't walk across the pasture without him wanting to kill a dog, literally chased my 2 dogs.
We pass a pasture every day that houses four burros who are cutest moochs we have ever had the pleasure of passing. Often we stop and scratch their ears rub their heads. Mr Riney says that if we give them anything just one or two carrots. That was a mistake, as if we stop without a treat, you should hear them protest. Sometimes we act as if we don't have a treat just to hear them bray. I know, I Know, that's mean.