The donkey WHISPERER
Every time Tracy Garton passed a certain field near her home in Radcliffe-on-Trent, she felt a tug at her heartstrings. Standing alone and forlorn was a mule, seemingly unloved and unwanted.
‘I soon started visiting him every day,’ says Tracy, 56. ‘I gave him treats of carrots and some much-needed attention. Before long, I’d simply fallen in love.’
The year was 1992. Tracy and her husband Steve approached the owner, who happily sold them Muffin, and they rented a field for him from a local farmer.
‘Muffin turned out to be
