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The cucumbers are tasting great, but...The Bunny is Loose! - 02:30, Friday, July 6, 2007

So the Big, Bad Bunny got loose this morning. He's been running all over the yard. He even followed Lucy the chicken to my sliding glass door to peek and see if I was up yet. I went outside in flip flops and when he got close I almost jumped up on the picnic table. I'm not afraid of animals normally, but I pictured my son's foot with the bunny attached and really want to avoid that for myself.

I think having a chicken has been one of the best homestead experiences yet. Besides her antics, I love watching the other animals come to her pen and have a snack on the feed she leaves on the ground. So far today I've seen a group of four bluejays arguing over who gets to eat first, a pair of mourning doves gently strolling around the yard like an old married couple sharing a walk and talk, and a cute little chipmunk who runs by the sliding glass door practically under my feet (my desk sits facing the stationary side). He goes inside the cage, stuffs his jaws and then runs back along the house to wherever he lives. A half hour later, he's back for more.

I am in awe of the sweetness of my homegrown cucumbers. I'm trying to decide where else I can plow a patch for more veggies. I want a canning/freezing harvest of corn, peas, okra, cucumbers (for pickles), and broccoli. Is anyone else having a bumper crop of squash? Not summer squash. I didn't plant any. I have buttercup squash, pie pumpkins, and spaghetti squash. The vines are enormous. We can't even get between the rows to weed. There are hundreds of flowers. If they all turn into fruit I might have to set up a roadside stand in the fall unless I can find recipes to use for putting the overflow up for winter use. The pumpkin I'm not worried about...we eat lots of pumpkin products...butter, muffins, bread, pie.

I'm excited about the baby hens arriving Monday or Tuesday. I've got everything I need and I've been reading on what to do when they arrive. I even called the Post Office to let them know they're coming. I sound like an expectant mother don't I? So is it still called nesting when it's a human preparing for chickens?