I have a dumb baby bird in my yard. You know, the speckly young robin that jumped the nest about a week too early. Yeah. I worry about him. I pick ripe blackberries and put them where he likes to hop. I refilled the bird feeder and dumped seeds on the ground. Because although he's stupid, I don't want him to die. I don't want to interfer, but I want to give him a fighting chance.
This is where this story turns to a question Bec asked me earlier this week
"What does shock you Holly?"
I figured it out today. It all started...que the fog machine, put the vaseline on the camera...I was trying out some new make up. You know, summer, make a change, liven things up. Well, I had the eyeliner on, and Pig 2 comes upstairs into my clean pig pee free bathroom.
I was all "what's up, don't pee on the floor."
Pig 2 "oh, nothing, but Copper has a baby bunny in his mouth, and he's eating it."
No time to put on the eyeshadow! I ran out the door, into the garage and grabbed The Shovel. Yes, the zombie slaying shovel was grabbed, bunny unseen.
I get out there, Pig 3 is being accused of touching bunny, Copper is being held back by sensitive, super sweet neighbor girl.
Inspect, scoop, and gently set bunny free on the other side of the fence.
3 HOURS LATER...
The Ogre and I were maxing and relaxing in the living room. HARK! Who is screaming in the back yard?
Here is what is shocking to me...a yard full of screaming dead bunnies.
WARNING: Do NOT go dead bunny hunting while wearing sandals in deep grass.
Well Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?
No, not yet, but I'm working on that bottle of rum.
If that bird also dies, I'm going to flip out.