I cleared the area and planted the bulbs, resigning myself to the fact that they should have been planted in November and now had little likelihood of blossoming this spring.
Domestic rabbits live on average 7-11 or 8-12 years depending on the source of your information, the breed (larger rabbits have shorter lives), genetics, and lifestyle of the bunny. I always use the 8-12 year range to quote to people in the hope they’ll understand the long term promise they’ll be making when they say: “Yes, let’s take that one home.”
Today I am mad at Adam and Eve. If they hadn’t screwed up I would be a happy, skinny vegetarian living in endless health along with my pets and human loves.
I do not like pitch darkness. I sleep with a light on somewhere down the hall and leave shades open to catch early sunlight. But tonight I awoke to absolute darkness and a familiar if slowly recognized noise. And through my lonesome experience in the wee hours of the morning, I’ve come to value the tools that are surprisingly useful when the lights go out.
It is entirely possible that we do not give our children the best of everything because we love them, but rather we love them because we gave them everything.
How do you tell your dog that you need your space? A Freshly Pressed blog I could relate to this morning despite my lack of dog ....when is close too close for a furry friend? Too Close.
"In the company of the animals they really love, a) all people are much more likeable, and b) people are much nicer to the humans around them."
“...it can be the most rewarding thing to give someone a second chance at a happy life." ~From Finally Home~” ― Elizabeth Parker . . We visited the Flemish Giants at MSPCA Nevins Farm in Methuen. The 14 baby rabbits and their 3 parents, surrendered after a misguided attempt at Easter rabbit sales (UGH!), held court in… Continue reading Hopping Down the Bunny Trail – Moving Toward Rabbit Adoption Pt 1
Snakes always look poisonous to me.
My colleague, Beth, used to be able to tell when I’d stayed out of the woods too long. She’d look at me and suggest I get my feet in gear. And yesterday I recognized the need myself and called down to my husband to accompany me. We took a long walk around the Weir Hill Reservation in North Andover, MA, one of the Trustees of Reservations properties http://www.thetrustees.org/.