Harry

Harry was the kind of gentle giant who carried himself like security detail for the smallest residents at Steampunk Farms, appointing himself chief protector of pygmy goats and anyone else who needed looking after. This mammoth donkey had an insatiable curiosity that kept him busy investigating everything with his lips, but when duty called—whether it was a goat stuck in fencing or a coyote threatening his friends—Harry handled business with the no-nonsense efficiency of someone who took his job seriously. After losing his beloved companion Flower, Harry found his calling as the sanctuary's steadfast guardian, proving that sometimes the biggest hearts come in the biggest packages.

He was a protector to the core. He would look after the smallest goats in his shared pasture. When we were still new to sanctuary life, there were many remnant fences around Steampunk Farms and one day a small pygmy goat got her horns stuck in the fencing. When we arrived home late that night, Harry began braying relentlessly. He continued to do so as he stood over the small goat until we approached to free her. He was also no nonsense because as soon as he realized we were coming to where the goat was, he moseyed back to his stall and went to bed for the night. Another time, before we had erected the taller perimeter fences, a coyote got into the big pasture and was antagonizing the goats. Harry chased down the coyote, grabbed it by the nape of its neck, and shook it energetically until the coyote's neck snapped and went limp. Harry then dropped the body near the fence-line, as though he wanted it to be a warning to other wandering predators, and simply walked away. He was a protector to the bones.