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Nothing brands the memory more like fresh blood on white snow.  A few months ago my friend (and fellow blogger here) discovered his favorite rooster dead.  At first, the death appeared to be from natural causes.  Jorge’s lifeless body [...]

February 3rd, 2010

A Beautiful Snow

Late last night the snow started.  It was a very wet snow, thus, it stuck to everything making for a very beautiful morning.  We got about 4 inches.  I also noticed several tracks in the fresh snow all over the yard.  I think that between the death of Jorge and the high number of wild animal [...]

February 2nd, 2010

Jorge the Rooster Has Died.

Jorge, my pure-bred Araucana rooster, has passed away.  The night before I was not able to shut the chickens into their coop until a little later than normal.  When I did get the chance to close the coop door, I noticed a trail in the fresh snow of footprints leading away from the coop and [...]

November 22nd, 2009

Apprehended

We will never be sure if it was indeed a fox that caused Watson’s premature death, but that is our hypothesis.  It seems awfully coincidental that two days after Bunny’s cardiac arrest, we discover that a fox has been lurking around the property.
Today this same fox has been apprehended.  It is not that we have [...]

November 18th, 2009

A Threatening Presence

We think we might have found the creature who did in bunny, albeit indirectly.  He’s been lurking in the shadows of the Piscataway Acres animal pens.  Yesterday was the first human sighting of horrific Mr. Fox, though we are almost certain he was sighted before by Watson the rabbit.  It is not unusual for rabbits [...]

November 15th, 2009

Bunny’s Last Burrow

Watson, known to his friends as “Bunny,” was buried today in a couple of family members’ Delawarean garden with humans, pigs, and a dog in attendance.   He will be remembered.
Some things I remember about Bunny:

Feeding him raisins.
Feeding him carrots.
Chasing him back to his pen when he cleverly got loose.
The silkiness of his years.
Seeing him [...]

November 12th, 2009

A Sad Day

When one chooses to raise animals, death is a sad but real experience that one must go through.  Today was a sad day.
I went out as I normally do to feed the animals and make sure everyone was secure for the night.  I had some carrot ends that would have been a treat for Watson, [...]