This is the last photo of the Patio Bunnies. Sometime last night they all hopped away.
According to some quick Internet research these little fellas are probably close to three weeks old. They’ll be hopping away soon.
The summer after the terrible tomato plant project I tried growing cucumbers. That didn’t work out too well either.
But bunnies? I can grow bunnies.
It’s been three years since the dismal Tomato Project. The plant didn’t produce a lot of fruit and the experience dampened my enthusiasm for growing fruits and vegetables. The next summer I planted a cucumber plant that bore one cuke. The passage of time helps and I eventually got over my deep emotional wounds.
“Maybe I’ll try growing cherry tomatoes this summer…” was my thought until I decided to stick with what works. The two basil plants are doing very well this year. The rosemary is also growing but the oregano seems to be struggling. The empty pot on the patio with the tomato cage still bothered me and I kept thinking about planting something else. I had noticed the clump of dead grass in the pot and didn’t give it a second thought until this morning.
It moved. Maybe it was my imagination.
It moved again. So I watered it to see what would emerge. When the head popped out I thought it was a snake. When the tiny creature crawled completely out from under the grass I was surprised to see a baby bunny. The tiny bunny butt is at the top of the pot.
I obviously cannot plant anything in that pot.
I’m growing bunnies instead.
Last September, the FDA issued a news release cautioning that homeopathic teething tablets and gels may be harmful to babies and children, and issued a strong recommendation to not use them. This action was taken in response to reports of the teething products causing the illnesses of hundreds of infants and deaths of approximately ten babies. The move prompted some pharmacies to remove them from their shelves, which is great, except the bottles shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Pharmacies are not supposed to sell witchcraft.
I know, this article is not about food so why is it here?
It’s a PPSO – Personal Public Service Announcement.
Someone who I want to know about this will read it. The link below is to the manufacturer’s website product page with a picture of the deadly product.
The latest findings from Kozyrskyj and her team’s work on fecal samples collected from infants registered in the Canadian Healthy Infant Longitudinal Development study build on two decades of research that show children who grow up with dogs have lower rates of asthma.
When the kids were little we didn’t have furry friends in the house. We thought this would be bad for the allergies. Turns out we may have been wrong.
Your Mother and I apologize for your childhood canine deprivation syndrome.
This post has nothing to do with food. When I was a kid my Dad drove a beat up Chevy. It was a sixties type of car, not real fancy but got us from Point A to Point B. Dad literally drove that thing until it fell apart. Ten years ago I bought a 2006 Ford Taurus used with 15,366 miles on the odometer. I wanted a reliable car that I could drive until it fell apart.
The manager at the local auto shop I use told me this car was the best 06 Taurus he had ever seen. I said no. I told him this was the best 06 Taurus he’ll ever see. The CD player just might keep and never spit out your CD. Every now and then the fan for the AC sounds like Tweety Bird. But I just got the car back from the shop after its 60,000 mile maintenance.
I plan on driving this thing until it falls apart but I might not live that long.