Fair is fowl, fowl is fair.

[ChaosMom]

You are literally one in a million!!

If you ever find yourself in western NC, I can help you out, believe me.

 

[fowltemptress]

It's a happy Easter weekend for my surviving rabbit, Gwen. She's the grey rabbit pictured here.

Today we picked her up some friends.

Meet Ghost.

And this is Styx.

Gwen has been kinda droopy since Sansa died, but she perked right up as soon as these two entered the coop.

The man who sold them to us kept saying they were mini rexes, but it would be obvious even to a blind person these rabbits are  not rexes. Since they were inexpensive, and I'm only needing rabbits as pets for Gwen and poop for the garden, I decided it wasn't worth the fight. But I do feel bad for anyone buying rabbits from the guy believing they're getting rexes. This is why anyone purchasing animals really needs to do their homework first to avoid winding up having accidently bought a load of malarkey. I do think this guy probably believes he's selling people rex rabbits. I'd love to know where he got it into his head he has rexes.

Rexes or no, it's great seeing Gwen chipper again!

Have a happy Easter, everyone!

 

[fowltemptress]

I was working in the garden earlier today:

Darn, here comes a truck. Okay, don't panic. Sit down, stay still, maybe the driver won't notice me.

Okay, it's backing up. That doesn't necessarily mean I've been spotted. They probably just realized the drive doesn't go all the way around, so . . . whoops, it's stopping - they're getting out to grab a package out the back -Doo de doo de dum, stay still. Pretend to be engrossed in this seed packet just in case they notice me. No, if they do spot me they'll know I've seen them, so there's no point in pretending. Geez, how long does it take to grab a package out of the truck? Oh! Here he comes.

Ack! He's seen me! He's coming right towards me! Am I really going to have to talk to him?

"Hi, should I bring this to you or leave it on the porch?"

Dagnabbit, where does this guy get off being friendly and polite and doing his job like a pro? There's no way I'm gonna be able to avoid talking to him now.

"You can leave it right where you're at; I'll grab it later."

"Oh, it's no problem for me. I can bring it to you."

Oh, no no no no no, he's coming right towards me! What do I do? Fine, I'm backed into a corner here, there's nothing for it but to give him the truth.

"I don't have any pants on right now, so if you want to just leave it and go . . . "

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

I don't know that I've seen a man reverse course so quickly in my life. As soon as he turned I was up and hiding safely behind the rabbit coop until he was back in his truck and driving out of sight.

What can I say? There's not much point in owning property if you can't decide on a whim to try to get a little more sun by gardening in your underwear. I should have known that going pantsless outside is to UPS what washing your car is to rain.