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.