Catchamoon's Reflections

Happy Birthday Bunny

This morning my stepson announced to me that there was a dead baby bunny in his rabbit hutch.  When I went to inspect the poor little thing I was pleased to discover, while very cold and fallen through the hutch to the tray, he/she was in fact still alive :)  My maternal propellers started right up and I immediately wrapped him up and tried to warm him.  I have to admit I wasn't very hopeful until I got a few little squeaks out him.  However his lack of warmth kept me skeptical.  I decided to wrap him up, put him in my pocket and take him to work with me.

Most of the morning I have doubted his survival, however after several hours in front of the space heater he is now quite pink and moving around.  I have yet to hear anymore little squeaks but he appears to be searching around for his mommy and a meal.  Speaking of Mommy – well, she is fine, hopping around at home.  Not sure what’s wrong with our bunnies.  They aren’t very maternal.  This is the fourth litter we’ve had, and neither one of our mommies has been much of a mommy.  Litter 1 survived, but that was with a lot of help.  Two, three, and 4 were not discovered until too late.  And well, it looks like #5 is going to be receiving care from me as well as mommy. 

Here’s a small science lesson about rabbits.  We have Netherland Dwarf rabbits.  They are very cute!!  Rabbits are pregnant for about 30 days.  We are new to the rabbit culture and are not quite sure how to tell when a bunny is in the motherly way so we just get a surprise periodically from our hutch.  Baby bunnies aren’t taken care of like a kitten or a puppy.  A mommy rabbit will ignore her babies all day except for the one or two times she will feed them.  Our mommies have the ignoring part down, but they seem to forget they have to feed their babies, or even take care of them right after birth for that matter.  So when we do have a litter make it until they are discovered I have to put the babies in a box to keep them warm and then hold down  mommy so the babies can eat once a day.  It’s really not that hard, but I’m trying to figure out why our mommies don’t want to do it themselves, lol. 

Baby bunnies should never be bottle fed.  I have heard of none, absolutely zero success stories of any bunny that has been bottle fed.  That is because baby bunnies have to get a bacteria from their mommy that they can only get from mommy.  Here’s our newest little furry friend’s first picture.  If he/she makes it she will be named Chassis if she’s a girl or ‘Dega if he’s a boy.  After all, it is Speedweek. 

 

 

Punxsutawney Phil 2012

Well rumor has it, and I just confirmed it with a quick google search Punxsutawney Phil is predicting six more weeks of winter.  He, or rather someone near him that speaks ground hog translated his prediction as this, "Many shadows do I see, six more weeks of winter it must be."

During a normal winter I would be booing away at this prediction.  By now Christmas has passed, we've had a snow storm or three, and I would be sick of scraping ice off my windshield every morning. 

But enter this winter, I have a car with remote start up, we had a record high a few days ago, there have been absolutely zero, count them again, 0 snow storms, and I think I've only scraped my window once.  So I'm torn about this whole six more weeks of winter prediction.

Granted, I don't think this prediction is probably the most accurate way to judge the coming of spring, but still.  Do I really want sprint to come early this year?  I hate spring.  And am I really ready to give up on winter?  I haven't had any good reasons to call into work to stay home and be lazy because it's too dangerous to drive.  What gives? That is one of the best things winter has going for it, that and skiing.  But I doubt finances are going to allow for skiing this year but I could at least get one good snow day at home.  Anyway, I digress.  The point is this.  I don't like spring.

Before you stop reading all you spring lovers, let me explain.  I know spring is probably the most popular season of all, but to me it's just a giant tease.  Warm days and jackets followed by cold drizzly rain.  Turn the heat on, turn the heat off, then turn it back on again.  I don't like it.  I get sick.  Just when the birds start singing and the sun peeks out BEFORE my alarm goes off we turn the clock back.    And did I mention, I get sick.  The warm day we had this week left me feeling like my head exploded and my throat soar.  So yea, I'm going to say it, spring sucks.  

Now if Phil were predicting that we'd have 6 more weeks of winter before jumping right into summer, I'd be crying.  Bring on the sunshine people!  So I guess I will be one of the few cheering for a longer winter.  At least then I might get a shorter spring before the much too short summer arrives on my doorstep. And should my Publisher's Clearinghouse check every arrive I can ski.

Here's a photo of Phil I snagged from Google.  I'm probably breaking a million copyright laws by posting it, but if requested, I will remove it from my blog.  

Happy Ground Hog Day!

I have too much crap

This morning I woke up from having a nice and long holiday weekend only to want to NOT go back to work.  I know, original right?  I laid in bed way longer than I should have calculating how many personal days I might have left for the year and decided its probably 4.  (At least that's what I hope)  So I called in to work and decided to take the next 2 days off.  And I'm cleaning.  Not the heavy duty, spring, get out the mops, go through a bazillion paper towels and dust off the top shelf in every closet kind of cleaning - I've been spending the last year slowly doing that in every room of the house (except my kids' bedrooms, their on their own) so that part of the cleaning is over.   Honestly, since I've been tackling the house over the last year, there really isn't a ton of cleaning to be doing today besides the usual pet hair, laundry, never ending dust and small messes made by kids, today I'm working towards being more Feng Shui.  I've done a small amount of reading about Feng Shui, the theory of organizing your house to produce a happier life.  Not much because I always get hung up on the clearing of the crap.  Mind you, I've been clearing the crap, but as I started my routine cleaning this morning (almost afternoon) I realized I haven't really cleared the crap.  I mean why keep clothes that don't fit, that I don't really love, just to see if I can actually lose enough weight to make them fit and THEN donate them to charity.  Seriously?!?!?? Where is my logic in that.  One of the things that struck me in the little bit of feng shui reading I've done said that the majority of people only where like 30% of their clothes.  Good Lord!  So that's where I'm starting today.  My clothes.  I realize I am like the majority of people.  I don't wear over half the crap I have, so I'm ditching it.  Perhaps this little exercise of losing some clothes will convince me to work on reducing my book hoarding.   I'm not holding my breath on that one though.