Farewell Mrs Beaut

26 November 2013

Today Joyfallee is veiled in tears. We have had to say goodbye to the 33 year old Mrs Beaut. Although her spirit was strong, her body could no longer keep up.

I will miss her unfailing greeting with a happy whinny and fluttering of nostrils.

I will miss the connection of a shared history that goes back to another time when we both were young.

I will miss her sweet, sweet nature.

I will miss her confirmed horror at my singing.

I will miss the latter years of her funny shuffling trot around the paddocks.

I will miss her squealing and foot stamping at Willo’s attention – confident in her belief that she was still beautiful in her old age. 

I will miss her. 

Natural Remedies

24 November 2013

Inspired by hearing the news that Chocolate Bunny is happily receiving medication hidden in sultanas, Will-O’-the-Wisp has let it be known he has diagnosed himself with a severe beta-carotene deficiency. He insists the only way this can be remedied (and his life be saved) is by the administration of 3,261 carrots twice daily. 

Easter

28 March 2013

All this talk about consuming chocolate rabbits is making Chocolate Bunny nervous.

A sultana a day keeps the doctor away

3 November 2013

On his return from the Specialist Bunny Doctor, Chocolate Bunny has breathlessly (literally) regaled the Clan at Joyfallee with tales of his adventure and his diagnosis of an asthma-like syndrome. Being the perennial optimist, he’s pretty excited that the medication involves hiding tablets in sultanas and has helpfully offered to take double and triple doses if necessary, or even if unnecessary. The Joyfalleeans are, however, sceptical about Choccy’s claim that he has been advised by his doctor to avoid all sources of stress and should, therefore, be allowed to make as many international phone calls as his little bunny heart desires. 

Irrigation - tick

8 October 2013

Paddock sprinklers fixed and working – and it only took 5 hours of wrangling pipes and ridiculous joiny things that are clearly not designed to be able to be put in or disconnected by any mere mortal ( or at least the mere mortal kind who are totally un-handy and clueless about anything vaguely mechanical). That’s only 2 ½ hours per sprinkler… and I would still be there had it not been for my very kind farmer neighbour who took pity on me and insisted on fixing / replacing sprinkler heads, connections and stands – thanks Bill!!!

BFFs

Chocolate Bunny remained blissfully unaware that his repeated overtures of friendship with Mouldy Meg were consistently rejected...if asked he would probably have concluded that they were BFFs ....Mouldy Meg had a different take on their relationship. 

Their conversations usually went along the following lines: 

Choccy: (approaching Mouldy's tail or nearest appendage) "Hello nice cat". 

Mouldy: (moving out of range as rapidly as possible) "I hate rabbits" . 

Choccy (following on behind) "Great! Now what are we going to do together today?".

Election Looming

17 August 2013

Chocolate Bunny is resting up after a long day on the hustings. Having discovered, to his chagrin, that he is not old enough to be included on the electoral roll, he has taken to the campaign trail, trying to convince the residents of Joyfallee to vote for Mr Rabbit. To a person/chicken/ horse/ etc the residents are not swayed by his rhetoric – many of them think the Greens sound like a worthwhile and delicious option. 

It's a hard life

11 August 2013

Having spent a tiring day chatting on the iphone to his furry friends in far-flung lands, Chocolate Bunny wonders idly when the electric blanket will be turned on…and what time the gin and tonic will be delivered. 

Telecommunications

8 August 2013

Chocolate Bunny is beside himself with excitement after making the discovery that a glittery, shimmery, glistening, full-to-the-brim-with-promise iphone has descended from the heavens and landed at Joyfallee. He has so far added 3, 264 contacts …and that is just the bunnies in the back paddock. Choccy is quietly confident that the new phone will prove more useful than the now defunct iron-phone and icarrot.

Don’t give up your day job

28 July 2013

While feeding and rugging the very old, and almost totally deaf Mrs Beaut, I broke into song (as you do). Mrs Beaut’s immediate reaction was to escape out of the stable as fast as her little arthritic legs would allow. “A coincidence?” I optimistically thought. On her return to her abandoned dinner, and after affixing the now trailing rug back in place, I tentatively tried the song thing again…. to see Mrs Beaut’s rapidly retreating rump disappear into the darkness. With her clearly sophisticated musical appreciation skills, she should probably apply for a job as a judge on The Voice.