Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Then Again...

Here's the circle of Life and Death in action!
Shortly after mourning the death of poor Rocky and weeding the garden plot just across the way from his hutch, a coworker found a nest of baby bunnies. Knowing that the mother would have been smart enough to move her babes upon finding the nest disturbed, but also knowing that the bane of the farm rats would soon become that of these poor younglings, Auntie and I returned to the scene of the crime that balmy, mid-afternoon and took pity on them. We brought them home to care for them and re-release them when they are ready. Now, I know some of you chancing upon this blog will wag your tongues and shakes fingers, but, really, left on the farm, they would have only ended up finding the poison meant for the rats. Here, at my home they stand a much greater chance of survival. Hell! It's been about a week, now and they've already graduated from kitten formula to carrots with ease! They are surviving, but not only that, they are recieving motherly love from Auntie, my sister (who visits occasionally) and myself. But that not all! Auntie teacup Chihuahua has an endearing characteristic that we can only assume is a Napolean complex; he simply adores anything smaller than him. He also cannot help but stand stock still and stare at small creatures as if, well, as Auntie puts it, "As if he were standing next to Elvis." Then, there's dear, sweet, blind Sophia. Sophia is Auntie's Italian Greyhound and, being a Greyhound, we always fear her getting too close to small creatures. Having been a mother twice, then being fixed but always having a dazed look of longing to reclaim her puppies, she took right to the bunnies, and they to her. She loves them as if they were her pups come home. They lay with her and she cleans and cuddles them. So, you see, they are in quite a good place.
In a blog on life, I would not dream of leaving out yet another addition of new voices. Just two days ago I went with Auntie to claim her new chicks. We've got chickens and quail already, but Auntie and Uncle go through so many eggs that six more chicks (soon to be laying hens) have become quite necessary. Two Rhode Island Reds and four Americanas (although they might actually be full blood Aracanas, I am uncertain at this posting), all sweet and tame and ready to cuddle the hands that enter their warm, safe, red-lit haven. They will serve their purpose as they grow, but what magnificent little companions they're becoming. (The Chihuahua loves them, too, of course.)
Side note (that has nothing to do with Paganism, but everything to do with a bit of bittersweet mourning): I just watched the final episode of Pushing Daisies that Flimmi on YouTube was good enough to post for us poor Americans who would otherwise have to wait until May 30th. So, why not end this post with the gist of the end of the last episode:
Endings are only Beginnings.
Good night, Dearies.


  1. This post is coming from the former shelter worker in me:
    You have to be aware of the fact that if you raise these bunnies til they are 'ready' to be re-released, you run the risk of them being too tame to be able to fend for themselves and to know what to run from in 'the wild'. The circle of life and death is, sadly, part of life and you may just be putting off the inevitable. And, also from the mspca worker in me...should you decide to keep them around, you should have them fixed to prevent such an incident from happening again.
    That said...arent' baby bunnies cute! ;)

  2. They are! And, yes, I know. All of these things run through my mind constantly when I think of them or see them. Luckily, we'll be doing more of a "re-releasing" into the yard where Sophie and Monty can watch over them while they are outside. They still seem a bit skittish of our hands; we go to pick them up to feed them, they hop away, we get a hold of them and begin feeding them, they stop and squirm as if they're thinking, "Wait! What's going on! You're the enemy!" We let them go and they hop away to a warm spot and nap. Every time. They know that vegetation is food, so that's working out well. As for getting them fixed, I'll be looking into where this can be done and how early on. Thank you for the concern and interest in the welfare of these sweet, little darlings. *^_^*


Created by MyFitnessPal - Free Calorie Counter