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I released the wild baby bunny yesterday afternoon, in spite of the rain. Once his eyes opened, he knew he was different from his adopted family, and usually sat apart from them. Somehow, he shimmied through the cage bars last week in a bid for freedom, only to be chased by Millie, who was in turn chased by Zander. It was pure luck, I think, that he ran at me in the kitchen instead of away from me, and I was able to capture him.

He did the same thing yesterday, and although I had hoped to keep him for just a little while longer until he was a bit bigger and more able to deal with the great outdoors, I decided it was time for us to part ways. I let him loose underneath the great forsythia bush out back, which is a good eight feet across. As safe a place as I could find.

I'll never see him again, but I am glad to have maybe helped him live a wee bit longer.

And today, I picked the third tick off of my body. I have not been anywhere but in my yard and walking the dogs, but still those little fuckers find me. I hate, yet admire, them. They are survivors. But I hate them.

The teenage pullets are thriving. Two are Barred Rock, one is a silver laced Wyandot, and one is an auracauna who will lay blue and green colored eggs. She is adorable, with cute little ear tufts. Still have two that I can't remember/don't know the breed. I'll figure them out once they are older.

Omelet and Henny Penny are fine. Baby follows mom all over the back yard, and I love to hear them communicate with their peeps and throaty hen noises. Henny is such a good mom. When the rain arrived yesterday, I was on my way home from an errand, and all I could think about was mama and baby. It was pouring when I got home, and I rushed out to the back yard enclosure where I found Henny, very wet, but protecting Omelet, who was bone dry. I put them into the coop and they rode out the bad weather in fine mettle.

Wash hands after using.

I love this.

Leningrad Cowboys - Leningrad

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I am almost free. The last of the bunnies, and several more cages, were delivered to the new owner of Fuzzarelly Fibers yesterday.

The weight on my shoulders is nearly gone, as is the remnants of the horrible bruise on my left cheek. There is still a small, hurting hard place even after almost four months.

Maybe today, I will bring the two bunnies I kept into the backyard enclosure so I don't have to go upstairs in the barn daily. Yay.

Henny Penny and Omelet are doing swell. I placed them into one of the corral, mainly so mama can move around some and teach the baby the fine points of eating and drinking. A minute after I took this shot, baby was back under her wing.

Can I opt out?

Sweetie on his new ride, a 2004 Honda Shadow, 2300 miles.

The sky is falling!

I'm as happy as a little girl!

The lone egg that Henny Penny, the Buff Orpington banty, has sat on forever, (only three weeks actually,) hatched today!!!

Once or twice a day, I made Henny get off her charge to eat and drink, and today when I checked on her, I saw a broken egg in her nest.

Horrors! She broke it! There must be a mess underneath her. Or so I thought. I picked her up and there was a tiny wet blob of chick under her!

That's the good news.

I went back a little while later, and the chick was out of the nest and getting cold, so I did what I do when bunny moms push their babies out - I picked it up and put it in a bocks on the stove top.

I don't know if this was the right thing to do or not. If it had been warmer, (forecast low is 38º tonight,) I probably wouldn't have done so.

I'm still just so delighted!






Added Sunday morning - I put the chick back with momma last evening. Just checked on them and both are fine! She literally has the baby under her wing.

I hate Cat Bordhi

This must not be the time to be knitting Cat Bordhi socks. Argle Bargle! Puddin' and Pie! And other assorted bad words. #$%@#! Motherflipper. Fatherdoper. Sons of Canute. Ding Dong Daddy!

I cannot follow her patterns. At all. I ain't stupid,just maybe a little distracted, but still? I have screwed up big time.

Therefore, I have ripped out the previous current socks and have begun another pair of entrelac ones. A fussy but readable pattern.

I mean, I spent $50 on two books by her and I am so disappointed and unhappy. I'll try them again in a year or so, to see if my brain can comprehend her by then.