New Addition to the Zoo

I checked my voicemail before getting on the bike to come home, and there's a message from NorthernMommy. We get fuzzy cell phone reception at the warehouse, so I heard bits and pieces; "You know I'm impulsive...., remember I love you......, we'll talk when you get home...."

Well, isn't that the kind of thing you want to hear? Knowing NorthernMommy as I do, I was sure that there was something new living at our house. Knowing NorthernMommy like I do, there was no telling what our new resident was. Did we have a kitten? More chickens? A goat, alpaca, rabbit, goldfish, or a puppy? (Pretty sure it wasn't a puppy...NorthernMommy is against having a dog.)

I pulled into the drive and found a bale of hay in the spot where my motorcycle gets parked. Grrrrrrrrr......not a good start for whatever critter is in my house. I tossed the bale outside, parked the bike, and walked into the house to find this:

That's right, we have a bunny rabbit now. What breed is it? Don't know. Is it a buck or doe? Don't know. How much did it cost? It was free...you know that farm up in the islands where....Don't care. We're going away this weekend - who's taking care of the baby bunny? Cxxxxxxx is (she took care of the chickens while we were in Michigan). You know I have to make a cage for this bunny, right? ------- So, now I get to make a cage for a rabbit. This is why we don't have TV: there is plenty to do around here, and the list grows daily!

And, according to NorthernToddler, this bunny shall be called 'Guy'.

Hmmph. Welcome to the insane asylum, Guy.