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When Some Bunny Loves Some Bunny…

 I made a video of the bunnies whilst I was up the garden a few afternoons ago. I tried to put it in a blog post but for some reason unbeknownst to me, it refused to publish. Every time I pressed ‘Select’ to embed it in the blog it vanished - pouff! - into goodness knows where. My final attempt to overcome the vagaries of technology with my wit and skill ended with considerable and unladylike effing and jeffing, so I put the video on Instagram instead. Soz.

Here then, are the bunnies in still life…


Can you see that pile of cream fur sitting between them? Do you know what that is? That is Edith the Strumpet saying, ‘Hey, you - sexy Sidney! C’mon and make some babies!’ Basically, she is all overcome with rabbitty lust and is putting on a show of nesting. Andy the Vet (her private physician) was unable to secure an operating slot for her this week, so he is going to try and squeeze her in this week before she ends up bald. 

And whilst we are on the subject of hormones and rising sap, look at this…


This is the hollow in the middle of the tree house tree, half way up the garden. Those eggs belong to Mollie Bantam. And then there is this…


This is our enormous ladder which is resting at the back of the laundry. Five eggs belonging to May Bantam. Clearly she is illiterate or she’d have noticed the sign on the ladder and desisted her egg-laying. Or perhaps she is a rebel hen and will lay where she bloomin’ well likes, ‘STOP’ sign or not. 

Meanwhile, in the greenhouse, the first of the seeds are sprouting. Peas, sweet peas and leeks…


And in the living room, Bambino is enjoying some groovy sunbeams…

And in the garden this afternoon, all is warmth and sunshine, flowers, trees and blue skies galore…





I shall say goodbye for now with a ‘Happy (belated) Birthday’ wish to my Texan chum, Deanna, who had a birthday this week, along with Number One Son, Chris, and Number One Granddaughter, Kayleigh. lovely Pisces people all! 

P.S The blog seems to think it’s 14th March. It isn’t. It’s 18th. Not that it makes much difference. Unless you are a pedant. Like me. 



Comments

Anonymous said…
Hasn’t the weather been wonderful? I have probably overdone it (already) but hey ho. Sprouting seeds makes me feel spring is really here.
Mrs Duck, heading over to Instagram..
18 March 2022 at 21:30
Denise said…
I believe we are in for a few settled days of clear blue skies and sunshine, Mrs Duck. Crikey, I might even be tempted to dust off the picnic blanket…(steady on there!)
19 March 2022 at 08:28
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