i almost stepped on it tonight.
it coulda been a bad scene--me in my orange rain boots, hurrying off the porch in the dark to close up chickens for the night--but the little guy hopped under the deck to safety just in the nick of time.
the weirdest thing about it is that it's not even that weird. chickens steal sandwiches from kids' hands at lunch, and we sit and laugh at painted turtles in the grass in the afternoons (when we're not dodging them on the driveway.) the bunnies make the dog crazy and delight the rest of us, so long as they don't sneak into the garden. if they get into our lettuce, so help me, i'm not afraid to go mr. mcgregor on 'em...
every day life is a regular menagerie.
it's better than tv by far.
|let's call him "waldo"|
|chicken on the left? that's a stolen pretzel stick.|
|michele and bunny. good talk.|
|joining the party|
|TOO MUCH! bunny OUT.|
shared with the gypsy mama's five minute friday. prompt: every day
my Noonday Collection fair trade jewelry giveaway ends tonight--you're gonna like this one:)