Life on the Farm .. The New Normal

Ahhh.. Stop him.. .. BUNNY.. get Jay.. NO RILEY.. BUNNY...

The little rabbit is now only sheltered by Harriet's hand as the dog flanks from the right and the cat from the left.  Harriet playing the role of the Pelican in Finding Nemo.. Just jump in my mouth aka hand bunny its your only chance.

A few minutes later Harriet is holding a baby rabbit with a bouncing Ittie and a bouncing Affenpinscher by her side.. both wanting to see the bunny for polar opposite reasons..

Harriet if we just find the "hole" we can put it back.. Me umm I think the hole was found and that is our survivor..  Rabbit looks nervously but takes the cuddles and pets.   So now the question.. what to do with the bunny that we just kept from being Jay or Riley's afternoon snack. 

"Harriet if you want it to survive we can put it in the last rabbit hutch and raise it until its bigger.. We have hay.. and sweet mix .  We have the bunny water bottles.". I get a look of really it should be let go.  I reply with. " If you let it go.. it will be dinner.".  Not that I disagree with her but the reality of effort that was just put forth to save the bunny makes it seem that we should continue on with this effort.  So now we have the rabbit with no name living in a hutch under a lean to.. another mouth to feed until she (yes we sexed the bunny) can be let go to free range.

This is our life on the farm.. A balance between trying to trap or shoot the muskrat that is digging holes in the side of our pond and destroying a resource to saving lives of the animals that we can save.  Raising animals to "consume" and raising animals for joy companionship and work.  I look at the turkeys that follow me when I come outside and feel a twinge of guilt of knowing what I am intending their future to be.  They look at me.. they peep.. They have personalities.. and they also have a purpose for this farm.. for this family for this business.. So as long as they are here they will be treated with dignity and grace and given treats and grains.. so they can enjoy the sun on their feathers and the dirt and grass beneath their talon feet.  Little feathered dinosaurs running around the acreage.. I pacify my guilt with the ideal of these turkey's have a life that is filled with Sun.. frolic and good food. Most Turkey's in this world unless wild don't get that.  Yes my friends its a justification but its the one that lets me sleep at night if I and my family are going to be a meat eaters.

I am signed up for shooting lessons to be a better shot.  We have a coyote issue in our area.  We also have had a few coons, a couple opossums in the barn.  These are varmints for us as we have lost some livestock to our local traveling predators.  My job is to protect our farm, our livelihood.   This task as nasty  as it may sound is done with a gun.   I must learn to use the tool and it is a tool around here.  As needed as a hoe, shovel, plow or bridle.  I believe that with such a lethal tool, I need to be able to be accurate and use it diligently and wisely so I have lessons with a local marksman.   Again.. it is not something that I am not overly proud about.  Its just the new normal. 

My new normal is dawning Muck boots over red and white plaid pajama bottoms as I go out in the morning remembering to try to find the PJ's without the whole in the butt so the neighbors don't see the moon rising in the morning.  Muck boots with shorts at night.. (its quite the fashion statement).

It's realizing that from the barn to the house when you have hydrated properly is a really long way .. So getting over a bit of public nudity is OK vs wet pants...If men can mark their corner so can I..

 My new normal is trying to help my daughter get over her fear of the geese when she  with other animals is fearless. Realizing that Ittie now believes cowboy boots go with every outfit including sport shorts.   Enjoying a good lightning bug hunt, a dream and story of clouds.  A discussion of constellations and their myths.

Coffee on the stoop in the AM  and a beer or glass of wine on the porch in the PM  Smell of grilled garden veges and the laughter that comes with a certain "simplicity" of life.   It's not easy.. As my grandmother said.. we bought ourselves a whole lot of work.  But at the end of my day.. I feel good.  I look upon the world .. and our corner of it.. sigh at the the baby bunny in the hutch.  Look at our 1000 lb yard ornament munching on grass.  The sigh I have is not one of resignation but of relaxation.  I am enjoying this new normal.. as crazy as it may be.. as distracting and sometimes messy .. It's what at the end of the day refreshes and enlightens me.. It's my zen .. It's my niche.. It's my normal..