Ok so it started with the bunnies. Every year, same story. This year I was on the phone and I heard a little screaming critter and I look over and there is one in Astro’s mouth. I go out and get it out, no hair, eyes still closed, still alive.
I find a couple more laying in the yard, I gather them up and call Austin and Matthew out to help. I give Austin the bunnies, Matt the baby, and I get the dogs inside. I then spend the next hour looking around our yard for the bunny hole. I eventually find it, by letting one of the dogs back out and follow him. I should add that Astro is about 17 years old, deaf and half blind- but can still find the critters.
I get them back in the hole and watch it that night while one of my friends comes over for dinner with the kiddos (husbands were out of town). I tell Andy (who came home that night) all about my quest to keep the bunnies alive. He forgets and lets the dogs without supervision the next morning. By the time I get up there were dead bunnies everywhere. I will spare the details but Shiloh must have rolled on one after killing it. Gross. She had to get a bath right away.
she cracks me up when she gets in this bed- which is obviously not hers. She and Asto seem to work together, he finds them, she kills them.
Anyway, now we have another issue. A wounded black crow. I know, a crow. But it has been hanging in the back with all of it’s friends yelling at me or the dogs every time we go outside. Twice I have made Astro drop it out of his mouth. Crow seems fine except it doesn’t fly a ton. Makes me wonder if there is a baby on the ground somewhere and that is why it is down there. Not sure. At one point yesterday I chased it under our fence and into a yard with no dogs. Next thing I know Astro has it in his mouth again. Andy comes home and we open the gate and chase it across and down the street. A few minutes later I was upstairs closing the door on the balcony and I look out into the yard and there it was- you have got to be kidding me! Is it on some kind of suicide mission. I don’t even like crows but I hate to see my dogs kill it and I especially hate to have to clean up dead stuff.
And to think I loved this neighborhood for it’s wildlife and proximity to the river. Huh.
Moving on.
Over the weekend we had a very old half dead oak tree taken out. I have been dragging my feet about this tree forever. Each year we would have a different tree guy come out, they always said the same thing. We could try treating it with iron (we did- for a couple years) but really the tree needed to come down. They thought that maybe it was hit by lightening a while back. We watched it continue to die, drop branches on our house and driveway, plus Austin got scared every time there was a storm because him room was right next to it. Finally we decided to take it out. I hate taking down trees.
these guys did such a great job
See that patch of green at the top- that is about all that would come out each year.
AND
A certain boy has a birthday today. Double digits!! More later on that.
We had a crew come clean up the big oak tree in the front. It was amazing and rather unnerving to watch the guys climb up there to work. We have lots of other trees that need their attention – one of these days. Meanwhile we too dodge dead limbs that the wind unexpectedly sends down.
That is a sad story – about the bunnies. Dogs will be dogs, I guess! I thought I was the only person in the entire world that cared about crows. We have a family of them that sits and waits for scraps. I really like them! Strange, I know.
The area in which you live sure looks lovely! 🙂