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Daily Drama 8

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Rainfall yesterday was unexpected. As you can see, we got 1/2″ of peanut shells.

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Might need to re-think the location

Dobby was unusually helpful this morning.

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“Gate, schmate, I’m not budging.”

The mud must have felt cool on his feet. Wipe your feet off!

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“Like this?”

I brought around 3 planted buckets that have finally established enough that Dobby can munch on them.

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Bucket #1

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Bucket #2

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Bucket #3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He has been cranky every morning for days. Was it the penguin blanket? REALLY? Spiderman was well-received and Dobby was a Happy Boy this morning. There’s also a pink ballerina blanket under there.

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“I can see that housekeeping has been in here again and straightened my blankets.”

The weather has been nice, so he has only a couple of light blankets.

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“Can I get some privacy here?”

Before I had a chance to finish this blog post, Dick asked me to bring my camera out to the kitchen.

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He did NOT wipe his feet.

Why is this rabbit smiling?

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Well loved

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Daily Drama 6

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Here’s little Carl, showing everyone that his eye doesn’t look too bad. He gets eyedrops twice a day, while the Dudes line up at the food bowls waiting for the imminent treats.

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Carl Sagan’s left eye is still just a bit cloudy

Dobby, meanwhile, is miffed. We were out late last night and his bedtime milk was not on time. Plus, SOMEONE is at the washer, cleaning his blankets, which always meets with disapproval. And the dreaded Penguin blanket is on his bed. He hated it from the beginning, but I assumed it had picked up some Eau de Goodwill Outlet. It has been marked and then washed and he still hates it.

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“Don’t touch my blankets!”

Outside, Quasimodo, the Red Slider, is enjoying the morning sun. You can clearly see the calcium growth on his right cheek in this photo.

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“Blink”

Elsewhere, Cor-Ten, the new pigeon is getting along just fine with the doves. He’s busy checking out the perches, food, and water, and so far nobody id bothering him or vice-versa. He’s closer in size to the doves than other pigeons I have had, so that helps a lot.

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Kitty Hawk

The cats look pretty useless, but their work is mostly graveyard shift. I initiated the morning nose-bump with Grover this morning, and he didn’t flinch.

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Grover

The huge crashing sound this morning was Dobby. This is where we store his soiled blankets until they reach the top of our laundry queue. We have 2-3 loads a day and his bedding isn’t always a top priority. The kitchen rugs and blankets are washed daily, though.

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“Where are my blankets?”

Finally, here is Dobby in bed, sulking. I had just spread out his blankets, but he was in there before I had finished, wadding up the penguin blanket and pushing it aside. You can see it in the back.

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“Take THAT, nasty old penguin blanket!”

Daily Drama 5

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After two wet days, the rabbits were very willing to be penned up after their usual afternoon Garden Party. Romeo, the big bully who has been sequestered, was allowed to join the party and behaved himself well enough to earn more party privileges. The amazing thing is that when the party ended, I found him hunkered down in the bully pen, ready to be locked up! That’s indicative of how much time he spends in “Time Out.” He thinks of it as his home.

Grover the once-feral cat is still very skittish after 1-1/2 years, but I finally figured out what is happening in the morning when I feed him. His food is stored beneath the feeding area, and as I lean in to scoop out the morning ration, Grover comes very near to my face. This morning he managed a “Nose-Touch” with the bill of my baseball cap! He’s been trying to nose touch like that for weeks! I do think that this summer he will allow me to touch him, though I doubt he will ever be as friendly as Kitty Hawk.

Dobby had pulled one of his blankets off the bed and it made a damp soggy mound on the paved area next to his bed. I removed it and brought out another blanket, and he started to pull that one out, too, before I had even spread it out on the bed. At that moment, I must have put on my thinking cap, because I decided to back out of his bed to look around. That was when I noticed that his step was missing! I use an upside-down rubber tub for a step up into his bed and it had been pushed all the way underneath his bed! I pulled it out, and Dobby stepped right up and into his bed where he resumed his princely position. You’re welcome, Dobby!