There's so many folks who move in and out of our lives that help us with the rabbit rescue. Of course I'd prefer if they would stay on longer, but the Universe and the Powers That Be seem quite good at replacing those who cannot.
This comes to mind as Josh and I came home to find our local weaver and her family hanging out in Bunhalla grooming the Angoras. Her hubby, Michael, was holding one while she clipped and pulled. Her mum was sitting on the bench, telling stories about her hubby and his Harley. They were having a blast, doing us this huge favor of getting the boys coats back in shape and benefiting themselves with free angora wool. When I'm feeling up to it, we'll see if we can get serious about scheduling a work party for Bunhalla II. I'm sure the weaver and her family will pitch in.
Flash's former parents asked us today if we had a spare cage, which we do - the garden shed has about a half dozen. I pulled one out and cleaned it tonight, leaving it on the back porch for them to pick up during the week. Friends of theirs are rescuing two bunnies from someone who is transferring. Nice to see this sort of stuff going on without my involvement, as we'd put that energy out there.
After the weaver left we came inside, we found another gift: Libby caught another mouse. She's completely zonked out next to me on the sofa, poor thing. I'm so proud of our little huntress, especially as she's scheduled for spaying in the coming weeks.
Praise be!
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