Housework

11 July 2014

Never a rabbit to shy away from hard work, Chocolate Bunny endeavours to make sure his friends are as clean as he is (…no mean feat in the case of one particular friend who is routinely to be found coated in liberal quantities of horse hair, rabbit fur and chicken feathers). 

Working from home

2 July 2014

Having accessed an online short course in keyboard typing, Chocolate Bunny is contemplating the fact that, no matter how many times he counts them, he only has four digits per paw, and is having trouble with those space bar manoeuvres. He is also a little mystified by the fact that the course suggests the use of only two paws, when he believes he could effectively utilise all four. He is now carrying out an advanced Google search to locate a rabbit-specific typing course.  

Dawn enchantment

What a delightful way to start the day – to be greeted by the ever enthusiastic Chocolate Bunny with his characteristic run of laps around and around my feet as a sign of his affection (..don’t ask – it’s a rabbit thing), followed by a vigorous bunny flop on his side and legs in the air as the ultimate sign of bunny bliss. This cutest creature in the entire universe just melts my heart!

Featherdressing

25 June 2014

Settling in at Joyfallee, Theodora has encountered a niggling annoyance – namely the quality (or rather lack thereof) of the resident hairdressing service. Having requested a trim to enable her to see a little more of the world than just a flutter of feathers, she is less than impressed with the Grunge-meets-Punk-meets-Indian Mohawk look that has resulted. She has asked The Snork Maiden for directions to the local shops so that she can check out the competing talents of Laura Jane Hair and Glenorie Hair Design. She is planning to quiz them on their Make-a-Silkie-Chicken-Look-Like-a-Movie-Star abilities, and is rather hoping for a sleek Grace Kelly style.

New friends

21 May 2014

The Snork Maiden has been given pause to review her marketing strategies. Finding herself sadly alone, she resolved to rectify the situation by taking out an ad in the Hills Shire Times for companions to join her at Joyfallee. She is a little nonplussed by the respondents, most of whom seem to be either excessively spotty or excessively fluffy. In particular, Hildegard (von Joyfallee) and Theodora, in all their downy splendour, appear to had flapped straight off the pages of a Dr Seuss book. The Snork Maiden is not sure how she is going to construct a meaningful relationship with coop-mates who appear continually to be on the brink of bursting into a recitation of “I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam-I-Am”.  …the less said about the response to her advertisement from a wandering black snake, the better. 

Too close for comfort

17 May 2014

Who knew chicken keeping could be life threatening? A simple clean out of the chicken house this afternoon turned into a major drama when, pulling out the straw, I came up close and personal (like about 3 inches of separation) with a black snake that had been, up to that moment, happily hiding in the bedding. 

Shocked beyond comprehension I exited the chicken house at lightening speed and shut the door. Thank you SO MUCH to my friendly knight in shining armour who galloped to my rescue (almost literally as he was on a horse on a trail in the bush when I phoned him!). When he arrived, complete with snake catching apparatus, he found that the snake had decided the excitement was too much for a Saturday afternoon and had vacated the premises. The chicken house has now been packed with wood, bricks and sand in an attempt to prevent a repeat visit…and I have almost stopped shaking. 

Tears

19 April 2014

There are too many fresh graves at Joyfallee. Anzac was fine in the morning, eating and bright, and found dead under bushes in the afternoon. 

My Morning

23 April 2014

Driving to work, spot lorikeet in the middle of the road. Stop to investigate, expecting to see a squashed body. Relieved to find a dazed and disoriented but otherwise undamaged little fellow. Pick him up and wrap him in a T-Shirt. Look up nearby vet hospital. Congratulate self on being able to do this on the Joyfallee iphone (borrowed for the day from Chocolate Bunny). Arrive at destination and unable to locate said vet hospital. Resort to phoning vet hospital for directions(again congratulating self on use of up-to-the-minute phone-number-finding technology). Arrive at vet hospital, that I have passed at least twice, with large sign outside saying “VET” (self-congratulations now not so forthcoming on ability to navigate in the modern world). Attempt to pick up Lorrie who, until this moment has been lying still and quiet, upon which Lorrie bursts into life, squawking and flapping and escapes inside the car. Spend next 10 minutes sideways, upside down and in other various ungainly positions trying to catch Lorrie, who manages to make his way up into small lorikeet-only accessible crevice amongst wires under the console. In attempt to catch Lorrie and not hurt him, manage to pull out tail feathers. Cry. Catch disgruntled Lorrie. Take Lorrie into vet hospital and explain that he did in fact, until quite recently, have a full complement of tail feathers and is not a “runner”. It is agreed he is probably dazed from flying into a car and is likely to make a full recovery and be released. Continue on to work…late…sigh. 

Adieu Radish

11 April 2014

The rain tonight echoes the tears washing over Joyfallee with the death of Radish-the-Resident-Chicken. I love the eccentric, entertaining and enduring being that you were and mourn your passing with all my heart. 

Vertically challenged

4 April 2014

While perusing the Sydney Royal Easter Show website, Chocolate Bunny was vexed to discover that certain carnival rides are subject to minimum height restrictions. Keen not to miss out on any of the fun, he is working hard on stretching himself to become as long as possible.