Rural Life

Before we go any further, we must clarify a few things from yesterday's post.

Oh, yes.  We must.

1.  Yes.  I know that if our landscaper friend said "Roadie" for "Rhododendron" it should be spelled "Rhodie."  However, when he was saying "Rhodie" I was hearing "Roadie" like a person who follows a band.  So, I was merely trying to accurately portray my confusion.

2.  You Smartie-pantsies, you.

3.  We rent this house out from June-August as a vacation rental.  Hence, the flower bed and other general snazziness.

Ok?  10-4? 

Let's proceed.

We have baby bunnies!

The astute reader may notice that Little Dude's eyes look like he has been crying.

Yes.  Tis true. 

However, I had to save baby bunny from Little Dude loving him to death.  One loving hug from Little Dude would surely result in the crushing of baby bunny.

Which would be unfortunate, to say the least.

*sigh*

Handsome Dude.  I can sum Handsome Dude up in one word:  exhausting.

I think we have 7-ish bunnies that are 3 weeks old.  7-ish!  Ha!  Isn't that awful?  I really, simply don't care.

And I'm proud to admit it.

I mean, they are cute and all, but they are a THORN in my side.  Not the children, the bunnies.  But sometimes the children can be a little thorny, too.

We have another *litter* of bunnies that are too little to be held.

Fun Fact: *litter* is what cool, rabbit owners, such as myself, call a whole bunch of baby rabbits that were birthed at the same time from the same mama.

What is happening to me?

And what is happening to Little Dude?

I fear rural life has gotten the best of his fashion sense.

That boy needs some sun.

Here is some of the work David has been doing with the bull dozer . . .

And now that we are in the middle of this fun-filled Extreme Yard Makeover: Rental Edition, the dozer shall sit there for all eternity.

Plus, it might be broken. 

Shocking.

Here is a picture of what the land looked like before David obliterated it with the dozer.

He plans to attack all 20 acres.  Therefore, we shall never be finished.

David brought me home a hummingbird feeder the other day.  I told him he could wait for my birthday, but I think he feels badly for me, seeing as how he has been working numerous hours as of late.

Perhaps he feels that staring aimlessly at hummingbirds will entertain me while he is gone?

He didn't really believe me that we have hummingbirds around.  Remember:  David is never here.  The kids and I are living his dream.

Anywho, he believes me now because the hummingbirds are now frequent visitors of my fantastic feeder.  They empty it in about 3 days.

Can you see it?  Can you see it?

That one is Bernice.

I've named all my hummingbirds.  They keep me company.

Ha!  Kidding!

Or 

Am

I?

Happy Tuesday!