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Welcome to critter central! The bantams still number five and appear to be doing well. I chirp and cheep at them and now they recognize my voice. And associate it with food. We are researching housing for them, and I must give a shout out to YouTube videos. I don't have the link handy, but there is this way cute Aussie building a henhouse from scraps of tin and lumber that he has scrounged. Anyhoo.

The six white bunnies are now over 5 weeks old and spend daytime outside, much to their mom's relief.



The wee babies are well, but no pictures today.

Here is L'il Bit, with a torn ear. He is four months old, very small, definitely male, and apparently full of testosterone.



Because he lost a fight with Smokey, seen here with his new squeeze, Black Mama, who is one of the kits kept inside over the winter and recently released.

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L'il Bit is to stay indoors from now on, because Cinnamon disapproves.



My T shirt from Disapproving Rabbits arrived today. Funny site, go there.

Lastly, spring is here. These daffodils have been in bloom for over a week.

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Like I need another thing in my life. I started another blog. One I have been thinking about for at least a month, because the winter-lit landscape here is so beautiful, and there are so many interesting sites on my drives. Really, this is a beautiful place to live and that is my consolation for having to living amongst idjits and dumb asses.

Go visit, please, and add me to your feed. I hope to post daily.

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I choke a chicken. haha



Behold, my feathered dinosaurs!



Five buff bantams. Straight run, which means that I will most likely be blessed with 5 roosters. Banty cocks.

Otherwise, bunnies!

Built tough.

I need to try to post more often. Time keeps on slippin', slippin' into the future.

Saturday was Friendship Spinners and we met in Frankfort. Haven't been since December and so enjoyed seeing everyone. The Woolery visit was good. Their storefront is in downtown, and I am so delighted that they have such great stuff. Maybe my stuff, but we'll have to wait and see about that.


Norma Jean made this, and though you cannot see it in my photo, the detail in Abe's face is astounding. I reckon he is about 12'' tall and she plans to needle felt a Mary Todd, too. She says she is getting a website soon and I hope so.



Sweetie spent that day with friends in Louisville, and here he is the morning after. Ain't he the cutest thang?




The big babies are all looking fine. I put them outside in a pen now that the weather is nice.

One bunny after another in Annabelle's litter scattered from the nest, and that is a death sentence in Lapin Land. The three survivors are being kept in a tall-sided container and get taken to mom to feed once or twice a day. Once they are able to better motivate on their own, I'll put them back with mom.

Mostly I have just been fiddle fartin' around, not seeming to get much accomplished. Divided some irises and day lilies yesterday, washed some laundry today, spent way too much time on the interwebs every day. Need to get the dyepots cooking, but the weather is so nice, finally, that I can't help but wander around outside to look at the daffydils and listen to the birds.

Follow the bouncing ball.

Oh, hi! Glad that you stopped in.

Last night, I did barn chores early. No particular reason, but the weather was nice and at 7:30, it was still light enough. Gotta get used to EDT at some point.

So. I have this rabbit named Annabelle, who was born from the union of Crazy Mama and Grumpy Daddy last June. She is a beauty, but not near as sweet tempered as her two brothers, Tutu and Zero. She must be one of the least friendly bunnies I have. I did want to breed her, however, because of her bloodline and so put her with Ginger four or five times over the last few months, much to her indignation. (Do you see where this is going already? Because I have written that Ginger is recently among the deceased.?) I thought that the act had never culminated in a happy end, because I watched, but even so, Ginger tried very hard. Humpity humpity humpity and hump.

Apparently Annabelle had received her gentleman caller after all, because last night I found her in the midst of delivering babies. Since I didn't realize she was bred, I didn't supply her with lots o' hay, but she sort of tried to make a nest with a few bits of her wool. I think she was taken aback by the ordeal, too. Long story short, there are 6 kits, 4 black and 2 white (maybe brownish) and all are safe inside our house.




Autumn and Leslie from next door heard about the kits and just had to hold them a minute! They are great kids.




And so, Ginger's and Percival's line live on, too. Yay.

Fun for the whole family!

Alas, what I have is not a real pussy willow. It is a cottonwood tree, but it has little grey and fuzzy buds that look extraordinarily like pussy willow branches, to which they are botanically related.



I enjoy what I do have - a lovely cottonwood tree. In my own back yard!

Too many bunnies are bunking in the living room, as attested to by the ceiling fan above them.





The outside baby bunnies, I am relieved to report, are surviving. They are not quite so skittish as in the past, since I released the three at the same time the babies were first venturing out. "The Big Guys aren't afraid of the Big Pink Thing that feeds us. We won't be too afraid either."

This is one of two little brown ones.



And there are three little black ones, too.

see pg. 87 for details - link fixed - I am a Dumas

A very cool version of Come Together. With Ukulele.

Dance around the house happy but has a sad bit at the end.