IT’S GREEN! 8D
If you think your life is boring, I watch grass grow for fun.
I’ve been plucking it the past couple days and feeding it to my bunnies and it just makes me so happy to see them munching on the oat sprouts. I won’t let any buns down yet until more has grown in, but soon!
I butchered a purple chicken the other day.
Sure didn’t take the ravens long to find Starr’s carcass. :I
"Farewell, fur," sighs the remorseful buck.
Sometimes mama Gaia is too lazy to get up for her treats, so she just gives me a look until I put some in front of her.
Little Rah taste-testing the oat sprouts. n_n Haven’t had greens for my bunnies in so long.
I’ve lost another of my favorite brood does. I’m very sad and very full of hate right now. Her body has gone to the forest, but I’ll be keeping her head to go with Bonkers.
She came from an enormous meat rabbitry which must’ve had several hundred rabbits in its prime. I remember bringing her home on a hot day in a metal trash can. She was a tiny fuzzy baby, barely weaned. I’d only brought a cage for one rabbit that day (an adult doe), and I wasn’t expecting to buy any others. But I did, and Starr was one of the two fryers. Would you believe, that Californian trio were supposed to be my only breeders?
I raised her up from a weanling and bred her by 20weeks. She carried 8 litters. She was a good doe - not friendly, but docile - and an easy breeder. She began having milk problems on her 6th litter, but as she the last from my original trio, I worked with her.
She was on her eighth litter, and I had her on oats for several days due to her milk problems. She was doing well. I put her back on pellets and it was the biggest mistake. She came down sick a day later, on the same batch of feed several others were falling ill on, possibly the same I lost Little Lady on. Of all rabbits affected, it hit Starr the hardest and it took her down fast.
It’s hard to believe she’s gone when she was alive and well just the other day. She lived to be only 2 years and 4 months old. There will be no more Starr babies, no more dewlapy goodness, no more of Starr’s goofy quirks, no more of her beautiful lazy eyes. I saw it coming, but I still hung onto a scrap of hope and did what I could. I missed her the moment she began to fade.
Rest in peace, Starr.