That's how they're trying to make the officer the bad guy. Tell a story about how the donkey was bottle fed, and liked to get petted...
And that little factoid is actually a contributing factor in this sad mess. Bottle feeding Equines is a well known way of creating dangerously aggressive "pets". *Almost always*, they are allowed "cute" behaviors, such as rearing up and putting their front hooves on the owner while drinking the bottle, or following any human closely (no respect for personal space), physically bumping and nudging to demand feeding.
Granted, it's much *less* dangerous with a miniature donkey than a full sized donkey or horse, but in the dark, there isn't much, if any difference between the noise a mini makes compared to a full sized donkey.
While I fully agree with Doc1 that decent night vision would have made a difference, I've got a feeling this doofus would have still seen a "monster" racing towards him with bared teeth, and the result would have been the same.
I have to say climbing fences and wandering around in a strange pasture at night is a good way to get yourself messed up! If this idiot had done this in our pasture with our Dexter herd (cows, calves, and one big bull who was a total sweetheart), he would have run out of bullets, and then out of room to run.
Im sure of this because it happened to our Amish hired man one evening! He decided to walk home across our back fields, hunting woodchucks around dusk. He crossed the fence into the field where the cows were grazing (and these cows *knew him* very well! He helped us handle them every day!) and he said it was almost instant... 30 heads lifted, 30 sets of eyes focused on him, and the calves were quickly shoved into the center of the herd, behind a couple dozen pairs of horns. And then the entire group started moving towards him at a brisk walk, and he said they definitely didn't want to play!
He shouted at them a couple of times, which slowed them briefly (I'm sure they recognized his voice, but then decided "he shouldn't be out here in the dark"). By the time they were 25 yards away, he figured he was in big trouble, so he shot into the ground in front of them. Apparently, the noise of his 30:30 and some dirt spraying towards them was sufficient... they all turned and went the other way.
He was still shaken up by it the next day when he was telling me about it, and this was a young man who had handled large livestock all his life, and was perfectly comfortable around them, as well as walking around in the woods and fields in the dark.
Officer Pussy had none of those advantages, and had a very wide yellow streak.
Summerthyme