Miss Kitty's Kitties

When I ventured out to take care of the animals Saturday morning (April 21) Miss Kitty was waiting for me at the rabbitry door. Looking down at her I noticed her belly wasn't as wide as she is long. She had finally had her kittens. But where? As usual, she was all purrs. She wasn't giving me any answers. I wouldn't find out where her kittens were until that evening when I went out to take care of the animals again. At that time she wasn't around so I called her a couple times and found her making her way to me behind the rabbitry up on the roof. Ah ha! I knew then her kittens were close by. So, searching I went. They weren't under the goat feeder or in the goat hut. They weren't in the first huge tire, but they were in the second one. The tires are full of sawdust and straw in the center, and right up under the rim was her kittens. Actually an ideal spot to have them since they are out of the weather, and when the sun shines they are comfortably warm.

Miss Kitty's kitties

Neked Bunnies

I found presents in the rabbitry this morning. One of my two New Zealand does kindled five kits overnight. It's a small litter, but I'm not complaining since it was her first, and she had them in the nest box with plenty of pulled belly fur. I checked on them again this evening and they are strong and doing well which means she is feeding them.

Monday Memories - Bridal Shower (1956)

Mom at her bridal shower

Monday Memories (1956)

Dad

Mom

You, Me and the Duck

 John likes to go to Florida every year.  I have gone with him, and it's nice to soak up some much-needed sunshine and warm weather. It does John some good also, because it helps him get ready for the busy work season that usually starts before we get back.

This year, however, was different. With the mild winter and onset of early warm weather, I know for me, heading south would have been time I could be using in getting a start on an early spring, like starting seeds in the greenhouse, getting the rabbits bred and doing some much-needed yard work.

So, the trip to Florida isn't happening for me this year. But, for John, it should have happened. And it might yet. This is a stressful time for him, and he still talks about closing up the house and heading south at least for a couple of weeks. I tell him he should. It would do me good if he went.

In the meantime, spring has sprung and life begins to multiply here at Nestle Inn. The sparrows are hoarding the birdhouses, Miss Kitty is due to drop a boat-load of kittens any time and Daffy has joined the farm.

Meet Daffy Duck. He is two years old and alone. But, he's alive. Currently he is in with Rooster and the Ladies with his tub of water. I will search for a mate for him so he won't be "alone".

The next day after Daffy joined the family, John and I were talking about all the work he has to do. With a straight face and a determined tone he says, "We should go to Florida. You, me and the duck."

Daffy Duck