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‘When the doves fly’ and other things you didn’t know.
Today was amazing.
(Tangent – I was just sitting outside and you know how beautiful doves ‘coo’ when they’re sitting? When they’re flying not so much. Lol. It’s like this … Um … Squawk asthma croaky thing.)
After laundry, I woke my son and we met my parents at a local casino for brunch.
I’m stickin’ with the no cow or pig diet. (Yes, I cheated … I was CRAVING meat whilst it was ‘that time of the month’ and regretted it VERY soon after. My body HATED having red meat in it. And told me so. Crazy that I was used to it.)
ANYWAY!
Here’s some more fun pics.
Nic trying his first snail …
He actually ended up liking it.
My desserts …
And yeah, I ate every single bite lol!
My mum and me. I swear, she looks younger than ME in this photo! I guess I have good genes and should be very grateful!!!
Fun with … I dunno. I’m so ‘app’ lost!!!! I don’t have a cell phone. I don’t know if this is face swap or face thingy or whatever. But, I do know I love this pic. 🙂
Me and my crab!!! I HAVE given up red meat and pork – but not seafood yet. I can’t. I love it. And as long as it has LIVED and has a fighting chance in the ocean, I’m ok with the capture. Not like factory farming. 😦
My bird and I.
My beautiful mum and I. Saying ‘bye for now’ on the way to the garage where this awaited …
PLUS! Vegan shampoo and conditioner – and some beautiful heartfelt cards.
And here’s the whole family.
We had a lot of fun today.
Then Nic and I went grocery shopping and I paused in my head and thought ‘this is amazing. We’re going home with groceries and just spent time with people we love’.
So, yeah. I don’t take things for granted. I spent my birthday wearing my grand mother’s ring and loving my mum and loving my son and a thank you hug to my dad …
Life needs to be appreciated EVERY day!
I’m just glad to be alive at 47.
And NEVER going to lie about my age. It’s a miracle. EVERY SINGLE YEAR!
I’m so glad each of you were born and HAPPY HAPPY Birthday to YOU!
Regardless if it’s your birthday or not, you have one, and I’m glad of it!
Another Musing from the place I’m doing Laundry
It’s bonkers.
As Alice would say.
It’s almost 3 weeks since I left my home. And I still feel like a dog turning in circles and not able to lay down.
That got me to thinking about the homeless – the people who don’t have shelter to exhale in. Bouncing and bouncing from place to place. I mean, if I feel this way in my parents home – then … Gawd.
It makes me so sad.
The important thing is I have my Teddy. My bear. I think I understand the homeless with their carts. Having things that are familiar to you is so important. THEN I start thinking about people relocated due to fire or flood and all of their possessions gone. Just gone. Then I appreciate Facebook more. I lost a lot of photos in my divorce. But, Facebook is an eternal photo album and also, since they started memories, a diary.
Anyway.
I’ve also taken a lot of photos.
Tiny Dancer with her tongue out
Tiny in the sun
The ‘lover but a biter’
Missing her mom
Tiny dancer sleeping
Plucky on her window seat
Cacti and globe
Gorgeous Cacti
Me, in the window
Clearly, it’s a ‘tad’ windy.
Bottom line, it sucks not to be home. But I’m glad to fill in for my mum and dad that also want to be home.
And, am enjoying the pets, even if it means many scratches. 😉
Baby Bunny Update … After the Musing.
OK, if you haven’t caught up, catch up now. Read THIS post.
Then come back.
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I came home, fed the babies again.
Was speaking back and forth with my mom who is a HUGE animal advocate and thankfully, a huge network of people.
She found someone close who was ready and willing and able to give MY (yes, I totally bonded) babies the attention and love they deserve.
I wavered.
I had bonded.
They had made it through the night!
THEY TOOK THEIR FIRST STEPS WITH ME!!
They really did. When I found them, they were flopping like fish. This morning’s feeding had them using their legs, walking up me … I had to swaddle to nurse them.
I have finally downloaded the videos I took during my short, short time as a bunny foster mom.
The first video … When I was still trying to find Bunny Mom.
And I did.
I played Alice and searched and searched for that rabbit hole.
As I said in my first post, once darkness fell, and rain was imminent … They HAD to come inside.
Life or death situation. (I’ll speak about that later.)
They survived the night! I nursed and they lived!
I fed them. I bonded. And then … My mom, who is very active in animal advocate circles, found someone close who could do better than I could.
Give them more than I could.
So, my last videos:
One of the bunnies with hiccups:
ANNNNND … My goodbye. 😦
SO! My babies are gone.
The adoptive mom was lovely. As were her children.
They already have a bunny. She’s a dog groomer – and as I said before, a huge animal advocate. I slipped her my email address.
“Please tell me good or bad how they’re doing.”
I had the bunnies tucked under my cardigan, it was pouring rain. I had their little bag ready.
And I cried, and I cried, and I cried.
Still crying.
I feel like Alice had something to do with my ‘meeting’ of these beautiful creatures.
I went down her rabbit hole. A healing. Being of service. Loving something smaller and vulnerable.
And it happened with my mom.
‘Alice’ knew one of my favorite books (other than Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) was Watership Down.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGyQmH9NZcw
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Sensible informative part of my emotional post:
If you see a baby w/out it’s mom … Wait!
Rabbits will abandon (temporarily) their young to redirect a predator.
The babies may not BE abandoned!
There is a LOT of work involved in raising wild rabbits – they NEED the environment for immunities and such. So, it’s not ideal to try to raise one without doing MUCH research.
Rabbits are one of the few that DON’T abandon their young if you’ve ‘touched them’. If you give one shelter for the night, and feel it’s safe to return, RETURN IT!
My situation was dictated by a storm, a very dangerous spot that I found them in and the fact that we have many predators … Otherwise, I would have left them alone.
Ok, maybe I would have watched to be sure mom came to get them, but, I would not have taken them inside if there was no other way.
I assure you.
Two babies live today – and wouldn’t have if I hadn’t taken them in.
Of that, I’m certain.
And thanks ‘Alice’ – you know who you are – even though you’re not reading this. I think you put those babies in my path.
Musings from the Laundromat: Storms, Rainbows and Rabbits edition
It’s dark outside. Thunder is rumbling. I’m sitting quietly at my table in the laundromat with much on my mind.
We’ll begin at the beginning.
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It has been raining on and off since Friday. Yesterday there was a break in the weather and I was sitting outside on the phone.
Then I spotted something in the dirt, outside the gate, by the road. Two somethings.
Squirming, small and mole like. I like moles. I thought I’d grab my camera and see if I could zoom in to figure out what they were.
Didn’t get much information out of that plan, so I walked over to them.
“Oh, mom … I have to go! I’ll call you back.”
This is what my camera picked up next.
A tiny, newborn rabbit.
Two of them were flopping blindly in the rocks.
I looked around for the mother …
I looked around for a warren. Some sort of home they may have come from.
There was NO WAY these two made it any great distance – unable to walk or see.
I spoke to my mom again – unsure what to do, but certain I had to do something!
We have a lot of feral cats in our neighborhood – being a rural location.
Also the skies were threatening to open back up again and would surely soak these tiny creatures.
We decided I would put them in a box and keep them warm. I grabbed a t-shirt and padded the box. Placed them gently inside and put the box near a location I’d seen ‘crumples’ (named for its ‘crumply’ ear) and another rabbit friend spending a lot of time.
I then placed baby carrots all around the box, went inside and waited.
No bunny came.
I finally made the decision, that they couldn’t just stay outside in the box all night. If one cried out, a cat would be sure to find them.
So inside with me they went.
What to do next? They must be hungry.
After watching a video on YouTube, I threw on some shoes and in my pajamas, headed out to the nearest store.
I scooped the less feisty one up first, held it securely, but sweetly and nursed.
I wish I had photos of that for you … But I clearly had my hands full.
They both took in several drops.
This is them after their meal.
All tucked in for the night.
They slept in my bathroom high enough so that should one squeak, Butters wouldn’t be able to investigate with any success.
Then I was tucked in … And hoping they made it through the night.
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This morning I got up early. Held my breath and peered inside the box.
Alive and well!
I don’t know why I didn’t think of it last night, but I donned my fluffy robe and prepared their breakfast.
Holding each against the fluff seemed to comfort them. They didn’t eat as much this morning, but the feisty one cried out between drops and what it lacked in size it more than made up for with volume! 🙂
Baby rabbits do an amazing impersonation of a squeaky toy. A LOUD squeaky toy.
They also look very much like otters from the front! LOL!
Breakfast finished, back in the box.
Here’s some more pictures:
I hated to leave them to do laundry – but they’re ok.
They’ll get another meal when I get back and my mom used her animal network to find me someone local who will take them and care for them.
I did go back outside this morning to see if any bunny was searching …
All I spotted was this.
I think it’s a good omen.
I think my foster babies are going to be just fine.
Debauchery Soup 