So, I know how you all love a good story and a laugh. Here goes.
This morning, I went out to feed and was carrying 4 gallon jugs of water. Since I'm still in the middle of moving everything, my 2 canopies that have been moved have rows of cages on each side and a row down the middle. Not much room to move. Anyways, 4 gallons of water. I hear a gargle-bark at the other end of the barn. I stop and listen and hear it again. Oh, no! Dear God, Please don't let this be round 2 of rabbit death match! I ever so carefully set the jugs strategically atop cages, praying that the starving to death rabbits don't shake them over with all of their begging and pleading.
I get to the end of the barn. No more gargle-barking. I go back and grab my jugs. Ugh. Gargle-barking again. This time I shimmy down there with the jugs and it stops. Grrrr. Since the girls down there are in banks, it could be any of a half a dozen rabbits. I stand there and stare, I talk to them, I tell them to live, I beg them to not be sick. There are no more sounds. So, I go about my business and hear it again.
I am in a panic at this point. I could feel tears welling up. I've had enough death out there to last a lifetime. I go back over and stand. I'm scanning the rabbits and nothing. I walked away to the other side and watched and it started again, but didn't see the buns doing anything weird. That's when I realized it was a chicken outside the barn. :evil:
I guess it's better than when we first got piggies and they were grunting and I thought for sure I had some strain of super snuffles. Having a very good laugh at myself like that this morning really put me back into a relaxed state out there.
This morning, I went out to feed and was carrying 4 gallon jugs of water. Since I'm still in the middle of moving everything, my 2 canopies that have been moved have rows of cages on each side and a row down the middle. Not much room to move. Anyways, 4 gallons of water. I hear a gargle-bark at the other end of the barn. I stop and listen and hear it again. Oh, no! Dear God, Please don't let this be round 2 of rabbit death match! I ever so carefully set the jugs strategically atop cages, praying that the starving to death rabbits don't shake them over with all of their begging and pleading.
I get to the end of the barn. No more gargle-barking. I go back and grab my jugs. Ugh. Gargle-barking again. This time I shimmy down there with the jugs and it stops. Grrrr. Since the girls down there are in banks, it could be any of a half a dozen rabbits. I stand there and stare, I talk to them, I tell them to live, I beg them to not be sick. There are no more sounds. So, I go about my business and hear it again.
I am in a panic at this point. I could feel tears welling up. I've had enough death out there to last a lifetime. I go back over and stand. I'm scanning the rabbits and nothing. I walked away to the other side and watched and it started again, but didn't see the buns doing anything weird. That's when I realized it was a chicken outside the barn. :evil:
I guess it's better than when we first got piggies and they were grunting and I thought for sure I had some strain of super snuffles. Having a very good laugh at myself like that this morning really put me back into a relaxed state out there.