Yeah, I'm as OK as I've ever been...

This past week, I have been just sick. Also very antisocial. The bunnies have been the highlight of my life. I would say Sweetie is, but he is always at work. The rat bastard - out earning money whilst I lay about the house.





I haven't forgotten about Murgie. His coat is growing out and he is as delightful as ever.



And here is the latest addition to my tacky bunny collection.

BUNNY UPDATE

Finally got enough snow to talk about. Barely. There may be an inch on some grassy areas. I like it because, on this sunny day, it makes the outside even brighter. Warmer weather is expected in a day or two, and I'm hoping the forecast is correct as I really really need to clip some bunnies. And move at least two back to the barn. I mean, this is getting ridiculous. (The wires that Heizen chewed through was for the ac adapter/battery recharger. So. I can use the camera after all but I'll use up more more batteries.)



I used to watch Trauma: Life in the ER way back when we had the dish. The show was gruesome but it also filled me with optimism that even horribly icky damage to the body could be fixed. Weirdly comforting. That must be why treating Harry hasn't been bad. Also, he's a very good patient as if he knows I'm helping him.



These are pictures from last night. Notice the big black scabby piece of, uh, scab below his left nostril. Well, it fell off last night and the area underneath is healthy and pink.



Here he is showing his regal profile.




The babies are growing! Seventeen, eighteen days old and just lookie here at the pretty brown one with eyes open. Awwww.



This little guy just crackered me up. Well you know, the fun never ceases around here.

Progress is being made on the shawl but no pictures. The colors will be calmer than the last, garish one. I mean garish in the nicest possible way, of course.

Git'n it done

Meet Kelly Bob, mother to 5 lovely white babies and one adorable brown one, as seen in previous posts.

So. The weather here has been crappy. I don't like for it to be much below freezing or much above 78 degrees. At least not for long. That is my dream, anyway. The liquid propane tank is down to 50 gallons. What is the price for a refill? My allergies suck donkey dicks and I fell down the barn stairs yesterday - only from the fourth from bottom step but still. I had jiggly brain and a big ass bruise on my big ass. Ow!

The camera wires have been gnawed through by Heizen so I cannot post photos. I may have to scan a few gems from years past to keep this thing interesting. If this is interesting in the first place.

I did good today; paying bills, mopping floors, going to town for medz, even mailing said bills. And I am working still on the new shawl. Yawn.

Babies are all doing GREAT! Even the runt! Eyes are open, ears are rising, and the little guys are starting to scout about. Need to bring in larger cages soon, like tomorrow, because in a week, the babies will be on their own for the most part. They'll need room to run. Hard to imagine that all this takes place in three weeks. From hairless pinkies to big -earred fuzzys. And mom can breed the day after giving birth. Ask me how I know.

Noseless Harry is doing great, too. The flesh wounds have pretty much healed and all I am doing is keeping his nostril infection in check.

Progress is being made behind the scenes on my web site. Once I get the camera back, I hope to have some Fuzzarelly Fibers for sale. Wish me luck.

a poem

RECYCLE

GOODWILL

FLOWER PATTERN

ON WEB SITE

CREATE PHOTO-

TUTORIAL FOR ABOVE

SANDY

SOCKS

ANNA

ALL BUNNIES ALL THE TIME

The weather has kept me inside this week. The weather and my agoraphobia. Just me and the bunnies. Seventeen in the house and nineteen outside. It's kinda fun, though, having so many living things in the house. Spiders don't count. (Except to eight, Sweetie says.)

Most everybody is just fine. Harry is slowly improving. His appetite is good and he's running around.


I worry about Precious' runt - at two ounces he's half the size of her other kits and he can't compete for titty against the bigger ones. I have been giving him separate nipple time and today I began supplementing his diet with newborn kitten formula.



Kelly Bob's children, on the other hand, are thriving. The pretty brown one weighs in at 6 ounces!



Their eyes should be open by the Sunday, and their little ears will be standing up 2 or 3 days after that.

FUZZA-PILLAR

VOILA! The original Hookah-smoking caterpillar.

(Never leave a family member alone with a funny picture of oneself and Photoshop.)

DR. FUZZARELLY, MEDICINE WOMAN

I'm so glad I don't have a life. There are seventeen bunnies inside my house as I type this. Plus two cats and a dog. Heizen loves being inside.


This morning I brought in Harry from the barn, one of the "little guy" rescues. He's an eight-year-old Netherland dwarf whose child owners had grown exceedingly tired of caring for. Even though he is 8, an old age for a rabbit, he is still full of testosterone and will fight any available male. As will Percival, who runs free in the barn. He bit Harry's nose very badly through the cage wire sometime last night. Bad as in there is not much nose left. Harry was in shock, I believe, when I found him - crouching, twitching and bleeding.


Good news is that he's doing much better this afternoon. I cleansed the wound and applied anti-robotic. And held and loved on him. He's swallowed some water and ate a little mashed banana. He's moving around and twitching less. I wasn't sure this morning, but now I think he will survive.

A little while ago, I brought in Kelly Bob and her five babies. I noticed this morning that the kits were not toasty warm (it has been so freaking cold here!) and decided that if they were still chilly this afternoon, they were coming inside. Even if it hadn't been so freaking cold!, I most likely would have brought them in soon, in order to socialize them to people. I also replaced with her the baby that I had brought inside soon after birth. The chilled one that I had placed with Precious. He's such a pig! A blimp! Drinking so much of her milk that some of the runts need extra nipple time.


Anyway.

I am knitting away on the new shawl, between bunny duties. I have totally rewritten the original directions, replacing the original un-intuative graph with more understandable (to me) symbols. As in, making the graph actually resemble the finished piece. If one is a blind follower, the original directions would pose no problem. I, however, like some sort of realistic depiction of what I am working on. For example, maintaining the center stitch, relative to the previous and following rows. Such a small thing. Rather slow going, as I am graphing as I go - but progress is being made.

Flowering Bunnies

Mostly pictures tonight. Had a nice trip to Cincinnati Friday to the Art Museum. Also went to the Conservatory and was delighted by the spring flowers abloom.



Here I am as the non-hookah smoking caterpillar. I hate it when they clean up things for the kids. When I was a kid, I loved the dirty bits. Didn't you?


Precious has runts among the bigguns. She nibbled the ear off one of the little ones , but I think he will live. Does anyone besides me remember Matt Groening's cartoon strip called Life in Hell? And the mono-earred bunnies? Here is a shot of a biggun and the little one-earred runt. I hope he makes it. I mean, he looks healthy enough, but one never knows, having had an ear nibbled off and all.

Here is a shot of Kelly Bob's kids. One can see the different colored baby. Genetics are always of interest.


Addendum: The one-earred bunny is named Bongo, love child of Binky (and the cat, Hegla) and step child of Sheba. Life in Hell is still being published in numerous independent newpapers!