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
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.