|How Mr. Higgins got his home||| Print ||
A few weeks back I adopted a new bunny, Mr. Higgins. The terms were: He is for loving,
hugging, snuggling and not for food. I agreed to said terms and thought my boys would
like to have a cuddly bunny who gave kisses. Mr. Higgins has been living in our dining room
these last few weeks as I had no outdoor hutch for him to live in, no time to build one and
even less money to purchase one.
A few days ago I received an email from one neighbor who was telling me how another neighbor
asked if I could process her old hen who was no longer producing. I responded yes, $7.00 or
$10.00 if you want her returned as sausage. (I have quite the rep) We agreed and when I went
with Lisa to collect the hen we had zero luck as she was free ranging and not in the mood to
be caught. Upon leaving we were talking to the gentleman of the house and new terms were
set. I would be getting their old rabbit hutch! I returned once the old gal had gone to roost.
Tonight I processed her and had her in parts as requested by the lady of the house.
This is Mr. Higgins New home!
and this my friend's is the "spider that sat down beside her"...well,
how about the black widow that was on my arm during the procedure!
I had to stop, swipe and sqash a black widow during the processing
of the hen. Those of you that adore spiders, sorry....however, I
have tangled and got scars on my hip from a brown recluse and had no
plans to play with this black widow. Sorry, I had no macro I was
aware of on my camera phone and photo quality is off.
Here she is after the encounter.
So, another typical evening in the life of an agrarian. When all
was said and done the hen was delivered ready to rest and stew
in a few days, the boys and I had a great dinner followed with
fresh strawberries just picked out of our barrel. Life is good and
never NOT entertaining.