Good Day

You have to understand how it is.  I homeschooled both my kids, and even when I worked outside the home I worked nights so I would be with the kids during the day.  So, when I have an opportunity to be By Myself, it is a luxury.  Yesterday Craig had a difficult morning emotionally and I was so glad that he was better by the afternoon.  I was able to go out in the back and tackle the rabbit fencing.  I ran the new 1 inch poultry netting all the way around the new rabbit pen, set the "hutch" up on cinder blocks to minimize the chance of flooding or snow blockage, lined the edges with old branches or slender tree trunks, found an old part of a stump for the rabbits to play hide and seek with, and then viewed the results with satisfaction.  Now I just have to catch those babies and separate them by sex. 

We had an old fishing net from somewhere and I tried using it to catch the rabbits but it always fell short and the rabbits just looked at me funny. "What is she doing?"  Before I wet my pants laughing at myself I decided to give up on that particular plan and hatch another.  So today I am going to cut a small "door" in the fencing and encourage the rabbits to travel into the other side.  The burrow-less side.  Once they are trapped in my evil clutches secured on the other side the real work can begin of catching, sexing, and then separating. 

All this work has been done under the watchful eye of the goats, who insist on coming up and tasting my tools--hatchet taste, hammer taste, rope taste, finger taste, pants taste--and the chickens, who congregate wherever the goats are.  It's like some sort of farm parade, with the goats being the lead float.  The lesser floats follow in their wake, Mrs. Duck the loudest float of all.  I think that makes me the baton girl marching in front in her shiny boots and her silly hat. 

Nutmeg's pregnancy is becoming more fun for me:  I got to see and feel some hooves through her belly.  I introduced myself to the little one and it nudged back.  Absolutely Awesome, in the truest sense of the word.  She is oozing a little more and I keep checking her ligaments, now that I know what I am doing.  I have to get a "birth bucket" ready with paper towels, molasses, maybe some iodine for the umbilical cord, a pair of shears, a glass of wine, stuff like that. 

So, Friends, I can say that in spite of the difficulties, it was a good day.