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Cheese and booze!
Cheese and booze!
Jul. 20th, 2008
Bunhalla woes
Jul. 20th, 2008 06:14 pmI'm so bloody furious, I can barely speak.
Some asshole decided to come visit the bunnies while I was at work and left Bunhalla's gate wide open. So all five residential rabbits got loose. Brilliant, fucking brilliant. As I drove up into the driveway, Martha was staring at me from the front porch.
We've caught Foxglove (who patiently let me walk up to her and grab her), Martha (who took five people to grab, we had to use a hose to chase her out from under the Fury in the driveway) and Nod (who thankfully due to his blindness in one eye, is easy to sneak up on). Blinken & Winken are tucked down under the workshop. We've set feeder traps in each shed and at Bunhalla's gate. Now, its just a matter of time before they do something dumb and I nab them. Thankfully rabbit excel at doing dumb things, which is why Nature makes so many of them.
Fuck. Now its a race between me and the raptors. I don't think they'll try to get out through the back fence as there's a dog day care back there. If they do, they will die. So their options are stay in the backyard, head over to Patrick's (they will recognize the buns easily) or Loni's (possibly the workmen will see them).
Yes, I've super secured Bunhalla's gate and will be padlocking the north and south picket gates from now on.
Update: I just caught one of the twins, I think its Blinken (I know them by behavior and size, Winken is fatter). He wandered over to Bunhalla to munch on the alder leaves and I managed to trap him. Winken is still hanging out in the Orchard, gorging himself.
Some asshole decided to come visit the bunnies while I was at work and left Bunhalla's gate wide open. So all five residential rabbits got loose. Brilliant, fucking brilliant. As I drove up into the driveway, Martha was staring at me from the front porch.
We've caught Foxglove (who patiently let me walk up to her and grab her), Martha (who took five people to grab, we had to use a hose to chase her out from under the Fury in the driveway) and Nod (who thankfully due to his blindness in one eye, is easy to sneak up on). Blinken & Winken are tucked down under the workshop. We've set feeder traps in each shed and at Bunhalla's gate. Now, its just a matter of time before they do something dumb and I nab them. Thankfully rabbit excel at doing dumb things, which is why Nature makes so many of them.
Fuck. Now its a race between me and the raptors. I don't think they'll try to get out through the back fence as there's a dog day care back there. If they do, they will die. So their options are stay in the backyard, head over to Patrick's (they will recognize the buns easily) or Loni's (possibly the workmen will see them).
Yes, I've super secured Bunhalla's gate and will be padlocking the north and south picket gates from now on.
Update: I just caught one of the twins, I think its Blinken (I know them by behavior and size, Winken is fatter). He wandered over to Bunhalla to munch on the alder leaves and I managed to trap him. Winken is still hanging out in the Orchard, gorging himself.
The Problem Of Having an Irish Temper
Jul. 20th, 2008 10:02 pmI was still seething this evening from having the Bunhalla bunnies let loose, so I thought I would do a bit of gardening to work of the mad. Energy is energy, burning it off doing something I hate anyway seemed as good of an idea as any. Far better than pulling out the Voodoo and Santeria books to see if I can get some back at whomever did it.
So at 9pm, I was out front on my knee board digging in the front herb bed. *eye roll* I'm sure the neighbors now think I'm a wacko, but at that time of night its still the brightest part of twilight.
But its done and I'm wiped out, so mission accomplished. Off to the tub with a Simon R. Green novel and a glass of port.
So at 9pm, I was out front on my knee board digging in the front herb bed. *eye roll* I'm sure the neighbors now think I'm a wacko, but at that time of night its still the brightest part of twilight.
But its done and I'm wiped out, so mission accomplished. Off to the tub with a Simon R. Green novel and a glass of port.
