banishment

i said it in the first post that i was probably going to become overwhelmingly obsessed with these baby bunnies. it's true. i cannot stop thinking about them. last night, i couldn't sleep because i kept thinking about the bunnies and if they were safe and if their mom every came to care for them and what if i ruined bunnydom forever. no more bunnies? i couldn't live with myself. since i made the last post (yes, this is the 3rd baby bunny post), brody has eaten another baby bunny. his third. it is disgusting.

one he just jostled around for a few minutes and then he dropped it. the next he swallowed whole. this morning, i came home from my workout to josh chasing brody around the yard with a stick. seriously, what was the purpose of the stick. i sort of chuckled to myself because in that instant, josh thought picking up a stick and waving it around was going to make brody sit and drop the bunny. still laughing now. but not about the bunny massacre. just about josh. naturally, brody swallowed this one whole as well, this time with head still attached. ugh. seriously, just the thought of sweet bunnies bouncing around in his belly makes my stomach hurt a little. i'm hoping that these little snacks aren't going to get lodged into his lower intestines like other items have in the past and require a scalpel to retrieve.

well, josh and i have had enough. i can't face the emotional turmoil of brody's murderous streak. we looked all over the backyard for new holes, but apparently needn't look further than along the fence. there was a huddling of 3 little ones sleeping out in the open. no wonder brody got the last one so quickly and easily. it couldn't even defend itself as it was in the midst of dreaming, probably of frolicking through fields of flowers and cadbury cream eggs. we swept up the remaining live ones, stuck them in a box, and now they are happily living 10 minutes from the place where their family members were ruthlessly attacked. rest in peace to the dead. may there be cadbury cream eggs in bunny heaven. to the living. stay away if you know what's good for you.i'm hoping this is my last baby bunny post. it's the end of the era. really. i'm sad for it to end, but we just cannot coexist peacefully.

first harvest...of another sort

we woke up this morning refreshed and rejoiced in the day that our Lord Jesus Christ was resurrected. the three of us went to church and worshiped together that He lives. the only thing that would have made this day any better is if we got to sing the old hymn 'He lives'. have you heard it? oh my goodness, my all time favorite. growing up methodist included many a sunday trying desperately to keep my eyes open by rereading the overly dull church bulletins. seriously, i knew every persons prayer requests, all the joys and concerns, and the names of every person participating in the service, all while having enough time to count the number of organ pipes. anyways, the point of all this is to tell you that if we got to sing, 'He lives,' i considered it a good church day. i'll sing the chorus for you if you need a refresher on how it goes. wish we would sing that at northview, but alas, our new church home is not quite the same atmosphere. okay, enough with the reminiscing. on to the irony of our easter sunday.



we came home and hid some eggs around the yard for finn to search out. our version of hiding included throwing them on the ground in plain view because even then he couldn't spot them. then finn remembered there were baby bunnies in the garden, so we carefully poked around the hole with a stick until we could see them. two of them jumped out, which caused brody on his stake to go into convulsions. if you have read this, you know that brody has been tied to a stake in the ground since last weekend. a few minutes of tormenting the baby bunnies aside, i grabbed the camera to go inside and unhooked brody from the stake. you know where this is going and should not continue reading if you have a weak stomach. i nearly puked on my brand new keyboard just recounting what happened. maybe that is because the images are seared into my brain.
seconds later, he was at the hole and grabbed one of the baby bunnies by its head and ran. the others scurried away as fast as possible. i let out a murderous scream heard round the neighborhood and nearly fainted right there. josh shouted 'what were you thinking?', which was so incredibly productive and supportive of his wife's broken heart. finn cried, probably since he thought i was dying based on my scream. chasing brody around for about 15 minutes only gave him more time to shake the poor, sweet baby bunny until he was no more and soften the lifeless, adorable baby bunny body in his murderous mouth. by the time we got ahold of him to pry the precious thing from his mouth, the baby bunny head and a leg popped out of his cheek falling in slow motion to the ground and the rest of the body glided down his gullet. my dog swallowed nearly an entire bunny whole.

praise Jesus this easter. thank you for bearing my sins at the cross so that i may live in communion with you eternally. thank you for baby bunnies. give me the strength to forgive the murderer living in my midst. please help me to erase the image of the baby bunny head falling to the ground from my mind. amen. oh, and thank you for this crazy man. i love him more than words can say.

the first harvest

we hadn't even finished weeding the most disgusting looking garden ever when we came upon the first produce of the season. that is right folks. the same garden that is eventually going to be all things amazing and grow enough produce that i will have to start selling it at the farmer's market is also a bunny making factory! and not just any bunny making factory. a very cute, sweet as can be, squeaking in adorable fashion, nestled in with all their siblings baby bunny making factory. siblings? yes. i think there are at least 5 of them in there. my mom and in laws watched me as i squealed with delight peering into their hole. notice my dad was not there. had he been, he definitely would have said something along the lines of, "i know how to fix that rabbit in the garden problem." followed by his maniacal, i-like-to-hunt-and-kill-animals laughter.

anyway, i don't know who is more excited, me or brody? that's who found them all. we were just getting ready to start tackling the overgrown everything when brody squeezed his nose into their nest and pulled one out. i immediately shrieked because i thought he was going to eat him right there, but he just dug back in for more. i guess he was just doing what he was bred to do. my dog is supposed to find holes and pull the animals out of said holes. which is why poor brody is currently tied to a post inside his fenced in backyard. poor dog, but i have to protect the babies!

seriously though, i was secretly wishing that the mom would not want her young anymore so i could start feeding them formula with a syringe. i googled it. it can be done. but alas, she stills cares for them. josh captured a shot of it just so i would hopefully stop harassing the baby bunnies. what was he thinking? i just went outside to check on them and take a couple more photos. thank you jesus. baby bunnies are wonderful things.