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Thursday, July 24 2014

July 24th, 2014

Confession: I went to the library yesterday and checked out the first Harry Potter book since I’ve never read the series. At approximately 7:30 that evening I started chapter 1 and by 12:41 I had finished it. But unfortunately I was so engrossed in Hogwarts that I completely forgot the farm blog. So please forgive me.

Anyway, Chewy is now taking the bottle without having to be backed into the corner and held down. The gardens are getting overrun by squash bugs but are pretty healthy other than that. We finally saw some sun all day yesterday and most of today but we had an epic rainstorm this evening complete with thunder and a temporarily lost TV connection. The constant changes in the weather have led to some problems with our tomatoes (cracking, mushiness, etc.) but at least we’re not in an awful drought like we had a few years ago.

Farm life is not for the faint of heart. I don’t consider myself to be a squeamish person, but my rabbit encounter tested my limits. While I was pouring water into a cage with three female bunnies yesterday morning, I noticed a tiny squirming gray blob that looked an awful lot like a baby bunny. But there is no way three females can birth a litter. Needless to say, I was confused. Calling Grandma confirmed that I wasn’t crazy and that the bunny in the next cage over had given birth sooner than expected. Since the rabbit birth process operates purely on instinct, the mother wouldn’t take her baby back. There was no choice other than to let nature take its course. It was so helpless, blindly wriggling but getting nowhere, but I was helpless to do anything about it. While it may seem like the territory of the brave and bold, in many ways farming is the perfect occupation for learning that you are not invincible. No matter how hard you try to control the cow, even putting her in a head gate and luring her with food, she may still knock over the milking pail. No matter how hard you try to lift the bag of feed, you might have to humbly ask one of the guys to carry it for you. And no matter how badly you may want to, you cannot save the little life struggling to hold on.

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