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This blog belongs to two Gen X-er's smackdab in downtown Kansas City where we've been renovating and decorating two old Victorians built in the 1890's. Our life is filled with 3 demanding Pomeranians (1 of them cranky, of course), honking cars, noisy neighbors and the hustle and bustle of city life but we dream of the day when we can move to our 40-acre farm and hear nothing but the wind and the cows next door. Until then, we're chronicling our triumphs and mishaps here as we try to garden and preserve on 2 city lots, raise chickens, and learn all those things we should have learned from our grandparents. Welcome to our world - we hope you'll stay awhile!

It's Always Something

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Work was like the twilight zone yesterday, and last night should have been a boring night of planting tomatoes and jalapenos in the raised beds.  And so it was.  Except for the unexpected surprises that we ran into. And I suppose that is what makes life interesting, eh?

The first surprise involved something planted in the garden that I didn't put there.  Last weekend, I weeded the garlic and tomato bed and piled the weeds up at one end, fully intending to get them into the compost pile.  But I got busy and they never made it there.  So imagine J.'s surprise when he picked up the pile to move it and found this!

Can you see them?  Look at those adorable little ears and feet!
 Apparently, Mr Easter Bunny is a Mrs. and she thought my weed pile was a great opportunity for a shelter for her little kits.  She had actually dug out a small hole in the garden bed, had her babies in it, and then feathered the inside of the nest with rabbit fur to keep them cozy.

These little guys were right where a tomato plant was supposed to go, but I didn't have the heart to disturb them any more and we put the weed pile back on top of them.  I'm sure it's cosmic bad mojo to kill babies, which is why I had made J. build a nesting box for some sparrow babies that we found when we were rebuilding our front porch several years ago on Mother's Day.  I was certain we would be struck by lightning if we killed baby birds on Mother's Day.

J.'s response to finding the rabbits?  "I wonder if she planted them feet first or head first?"  *sigh*

I guess we'll have to wait a bit to plant that tomato plant.

Then we were off to the coop where we discovered one of the Austrolorps has gone full on broody. She's been sitting in the nesting box at night rather than flying up the roost and only reluctantly gets out of the box with some prodding.  Last night, there was no moving her of her own volition.  I had to pull the box out and physically remove her.   But having seen what was under her, I don't blame her one bit!

One of these things is not like the other, kids.
That picture is pretty representative of our egg harvest everyday from 8 hens (Henrietta is still in quarantine in her chicken condo) with the one exception being the double-sized egg in the middle.  It's almost twice as big as a normal egg!  I'm sure whichever hen laid that did an extra long touchdown-dance and announcement after she laid it.  Can you say "ow?!"

Well, of course, I just had to crack it to see what was in it.

Just as I suspected.  A double yolk!  We'd already eaten dinner, so it got scrambled up along with a couple older eggs and the ladies will get a high protein treat tomorrow morning.

And so our crazy day here at Cranky Puppy ended with the sun setting on the little rabbits and me cooking up some eggs with the dogs dancing around waiting for me to drop something.

How is your week going so far?  I'd love to hear about it!


  1. Darling bunnies! I don't think baby bunny ears and feet could get any cuter.

    1. I know! I keep checking them on before work and as soon as I get home. They are too cute!

  2. Oh my! How could you not protect those cute little fuzzies! Sweet Mama must have known you'd help her out :-)

  3. She must be okay with it, because she's still coming back and feeding them. Their eyes are just beginning to open. At some point, though, I'm going to have to rehome them. I had a dream last night that I went out to pick tomatoes and there was nothing left of my garden - just a sea of 50,000 bunnies!


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