
Ran a bit of fever yesterday and this morning so I stayed home from church this morning. Sally Mae was up till midnight watching a movie, so she stayed home with me, bein’ as she was still sawin’ logs when Hubs and the Cowboys left.
So, we’re havin’ a fine time here at the ranch. I’m messin’ ’round on this here blog and Sally Mae is watching Christmas movies (she does this year round). Well, I walked through my bedroom and just happened to glance out the window and could not believe my eyes.
Trixie-the-Wonder-Dog was chasing something around the backyard, through the weeds.
Which, by the way, are getting kinda tall, some Cowboy should take the weed-eater out there tomorrow.
Anyway, hopping around the weedy backyard, half a step in front of Miss Trixie is one of my $$$breeder meat rabbits$$$.
“Trixie Lee!!!”
Only I have to be careful, or she’ll think I’m encouraging her in her efforts to save the family from this horrid beast bunny!
Good grief! The last thing I needed to be doin’ this morning is running around my back yard trying to snatch my $$$bunny$$$ out of my dogs jaws!
Thankfully, Trixie came when I called her. Amazing! I know. So, I shut her in the house.
And you have to know, that my first impulse is always to call the boys for help, but they’re good boys and they’re sitting in church hearing some good preachin’ ’bout now.
Drat!
I mean, good.
Good Cowboys! Go to church. But, um. . .
Sally Mae? Can you come out here and, WAIT, put some shoes on dear. Ok, come help me corner Daisy so I can put her back in her cage? Please? QUICK! Before she slips into the neighbor’s yard where their BIG DOG PROBABLY WON’T LISTEN TO ME AND WILL PROBABLY EAT MY $$$RABBIT$$$! ! !
Ok, no, I didn’t scream the scary bit about the neighbor’s dog out loud. Did I mention that I have a fever and should not even have to get my own glass of water much less have to die of panic in my back yard chase an actual rabbit IN REAL LIFE!
Not really what I had on the agenda for the day.
We have a little, flimsy fence around the rabbit area of our yard and this flimsy little fence did one useful thing. It kept Trixie out of the rabbit part of the yard. The thing it did NOT do was keep the free ranging rabbit IN the rabbit part of the yard!
So, I had Trixie ensconced in the house. Sally Mae was finding crocs that match. Daisy was trying to run me to death. But the really redeeming factor about rabbits is that they are stoopid. Remember the part of the Peter Rabbit story where Mr. MacGreggor is chasing PeterRabbit and Peter runs into the garden shed to hide? I always thought that was such a dumb place to go.
Peter, you could get cornered in there!
Well, Daisy did the backyard equivalent. She ran and “hid” behind some tomato cages that were stacked by the wooden fence. I wanted to laugh but I was too grateful. I guess she really thought I couldn’t get to her there, or maybe she was just tired.
About the time I grabbed that rabbit Sally Mae showed up to help. She got to hold the cage door shut while I replaced the feed hopper. I don’t know if Daisy can knock it out of place or maybe it got bumped last evening when the Cowboys were feeding. I think we need a bit o’ wire holding those deals in place.
And I think I’m gonna lay on the couch now and watch The Sacketts.
- All rabbits locked safely in cages – check.
- Trixie, head of rabbit security, sleeping by my feet – check.
- Tylenol on board – check.
- Sunday supper in the crockpot – check.




Th-Th-Th-That’s all folks!