A giant rabbit danced with me at our wedding. (Actually a man in a bunny suit) Bunnies had always been a cuddly pet of mine, while we lived in the city. Living on a ranch for the last 12 years, I had almost given up on having anything as a pet that slightly resembles Coyote food. We thought our chickens were safe until one night we were surprised to see a team of possums and raccoons probing their paws through the tiny openings of their cage. We since have secured our aviary, so when my cousin asked me to adopt his not too cuddly bunny, I at least thought he would be safe. You could not catch him, much less cuddle with him, but we kept him well fed and safe. He had a huge 12 x 12 foot home that Tom had built for our menagerie of ducks that were now free flying around the ranch. Our bunny was happy and content until one day, I forgot to close the door of his “house”. We looked everywhere, calling him, not that he would come if he heard us. He was wild and I thought that it was hopeless, although we walked around the barn for hours calling “Binky” until it was almost dark. I went into the house, trying not to think about how scared our little bunny must be out on his own for the first time in his short little life. Then I realized I hadn’t seen our Golden Retriever, Sunny, since I had first started looking for Binky. Great, I thought, maybe they both took off on an incredible journey…or more likely, Sunny had found her and was tossing her up into the air like she has done with numerous critters that she loves to “play” with, including gophers, squirrels and once, even a ring tailed cat. So now, I was calling Sunny and worrying about her. She was hardly ever away from my side so this was really beginning to worry me.
oil painting on canvas
Peyton and I were getting ready to find Sunny when we looked out the window to see her sitting at the gate to the barn.. It was too far away to tell, but it looked like a lifeless form was beside her. I breathed a deep sigh as I walked out the door with a small box to bury Sunny’s latest chew toy. She sat there proudly as usual next to her prize, but this time our Golden girl had something to really be proud about. Binky was very much alive and content to sit beside her search and rescue dog. She was completely unharmed and for the first time let me pick her up. The look in Sunny’s eyes told it all.
She’s not a mean cow, she has just been poked and prodded so much, she wonders what next. She lost her calf and almost died of heartbreak and the stress of a cesarian surgery. We poked her with needles and stuck tubes down her throat, but now she is happily munching on lush coastal hay, cattle cubes and looking forward to having a healthy calf to raise……
“Does my hair look OK, Dad?” Our four year old was walking with his Dad to show his new two wheeler bicycle to the beautiful older girl that lived across the street. Here we go, I thought. First crush. Men, boys, actually choose to go off to war. They are in the line of fire, they leave cherished loved ones behind. We are dodging stray bullets every second of our lives. ….It’s the stray tears and the attacks from the home front that are worrying me more……… If only we could bullet proof their hearts……
Yes, actually, several….We are celebrating many anniversaries this year and our first gift celebrates 6 months of dating bliss between Peyton and Hannah Banana…. Hannah is an incredible artist, so what better gift, but a paper sculpture for the event…designed by her suitor, Peyton.
We have a drive-in theatre not far from here. I’m tempted to ride up there and have a seat on my pony. I’ll wait until there is a good family flick showing, just not too sad like Black Beauty. The horses hate to see me cry.