On a lighter note:
In Mesa, I love the hoots, coos, and tweets of the quail and pigeons arguing every morning as the sun comes up. But, the adorable long-eared cotton tails the size of a cube of butter are my absolute favorites! So, when my cat murdered (!) and then dragged one inside the house recently, I became quite unsettled! (I made Gene deal with the bunny's carcass.)
Today, when a live one hopped inside, I flipped out! Grabbing the cat beside me, I ran to shut him inside a bedroom. Then, I screamed for Gene to come help and jumped up on the couch (because the little bitty bunny was going to hurt me. Right?)
Shaking his head at the crazy lady (aka his wife), Gene diligently tracked down the creature hiding behind books on a shelf. Then, he carried the squeaky little thing outside by the ears.
"My hero!" I said, throwing my arms around him. "You just rescued me from the Easter bunny."
The moral of this story is, . . . oh yeah, there isn't one. I just wanted you to know that life here in the desert can be difficult, and there are wild animals!
You are funny! Good thing you didn't find another dead bunny. I'm shocked at how many animals end of keeling over when Mike's out of town. It's like they plan it and the dogs get nervous when Mike's gone and bark most of the night.
ReplyDeleteHey! I just found out where the comments hide! When I panic about my life style change (city to country,) I think of my lovely daughter. If Annie can do this, so can I. At least it sounds good.) When I grow up, maybe I'll learn how to add pictures to a blog. Yours looks great. I loved reading about down on the farm. Just don't try to feed me any voles when I come see ya'll!
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