Gardening.

I'm kind of busy in the yard so blogging will be light.

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LOL! I have about 6 posts up today. But I have to get to work.

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Did you know Mrs. Rabitowicz lounges in the yard while I work? She doesn't run away unless I use something electrical, such as a hedge trimmer. I've been putting that off since some of the birds still have chicks in their nests, which they built in my hedge - it is wild and hairy looking now - the hedge. I have a Gold Finch who lives in the South hedge, so I didn't want to scare him off. The Gold Finch used to be our State bird before the Loon. My brother shot one once with his BB gun back when I was in the 3rd grade. I cried and got really mad at him. Later I consoled myself with an elaborate funeral for the little bird down by the pond in back. I was roundly mocked by all for doing so. C'est dommage.

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Anyway, last evening after potting some vegetables, I asked Mrs. R. if the moth ball smell annoyed her. (The neighbors place moth balls in their garden as a repellent - they are toxic to animals and humans.)

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"Not so much dear," she said yawning and stretching out on the lawn, "we feed in the evening and the smell is not so bad then - it is the sun that seems to accelerate the off-gassing. I see it keeps you away more than it does us. To tell the truth, your watering creates more of a disturbance for us than anything."

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"I'm sorry, it is so dry this year, I'm going to have to water regularly I'm afraid."

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While washing herself, Mrs. R. replied, "I don't mind so much really, and I suppose the kids have to learn to get used to it - it's our second litter this year you know!" She added proudly.

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"Congratulations!" I said with a laugh, as I went into the garage to get the hedge trimmers, "You'll be off now, I have to get to work and you won't like the noise."

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Returning from the garage with my tools, I noticed she was gone, although her imprint was left behind in the long grass. I'm maintaining the lawn at a better height this year due to the drought.

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I wasn't going to say anything, but I couldn't help but notice that Mrs. R. looked a bit sad. I also thought I noticed a slight wound on her thigh, as if she had been in a fight or caught herself on a piece of wire or something. I wondered if perhaps she was a victim of some sort of domestic abuse? Mr. R. always seemed a bit unfriendly, if not mean whenever I've encountered him. I never said anything about it because I thought it was just his way, but it could account for the Mrs. not always taking time to talk or hopping away unexpectedly when she sees me.

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Rabbits are a mysterious bunch - just when you think you understand them, you realize you don't at all.