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There They Were, Digging This Hole…

 …hole in the ground, sort of big and sort of round it was…


Edith, surveying her handy work, probably started by Sidney, the ‘bit of a digger’ according to his breeder.  Sheesh, what a to do, eh? Becoming a bunny mummy has been fraught with hideous cost, worries, complications and we are barely three and a half months into the experience. Still, they are doing only what bunnies do which is eat, dig, sleep, eat, run around like loons, groom, eat, dig, dig a bit more, keep eating, and snoozing in the sun. 

They are, of course, highly entertaining, and worth way more than the cost of the BBC licence fee, and given the BBC isn’t being very entertaining at the moment, I may stick with Bunnyvision. 

I feel slightly paranoid that Edith and Sidney are plotting an escape with this tunnel digging. The current burrow is heading East and in a straight line. It is not in danger of leading outside their enclosure. If they continue their tunnelling downwards, then come up again, they will find themselves still at home. However, Andy has this morning installed some below ground level wire mesh in order to scupper their nefarious plans should they decide to veer Northwards. I’m not sure if rabbits have access to some sort of internal freedom compass, but well, the side of the run is meshed up. Or rather down. Just in case. 

This morning I have been doing some more of the book learning of Charles Dowding and his no dig method. I have also decided to begin keeping daily weather records because it suddenly occurred to me that in order to get the best of the growing conditions at Damson Cottage, I need to know more specifics about Damson Cottage weather. Generalised regional forecasts from the Met Office et al are mostly pointless and often wrong. I’ve been sitting in the garden in lovely sunshine with a light breeze whilst the Met Office is telling me I am in a heavy shower with a gusting north-westerly. So I’ve set up a notebook and will be recording temperatures, rainfall, frosts, winds and sunshine on a daily basis, so I can build up a more accurate picture for my little patch of land. Will it work? Only the coming years will tell. 

In other news, Andy has been out and about on his bicycle and remains in one piece. And Heather and Ollie are actually moving up here to Shropshire during the Summer. It’s all very exciting! 




Comments

Anonymous said…
Good on Andy! Exciting news about Heather and Ollie!
KJ
11 April 2022 at 04:27
Denise said…
It is very exciting news, KJ. I didn’t believe it would happen. But it is!
12 April 2022 at 19:34
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