I fed the horses early yesterday since I had to lock most of them up in their stalls to avoid further bloodshed, and when I emerged from the tack room with a bucket of feed, I saw my bunny come cottontailing it up out of the arroyo, across the round pen straight up to me to say hello (and beg for a pinch of grain). Apparently, bunnies have good hearing. She had to be at least two acres away and she knew the sounds I make. I was worried she might have been eaten by a coyote, because I hadn't seen her in a couple of days, but I suspect she's out looking for a boyfriend or something. She let me pet her body the other day, but made it clear that she didn't want me touch her ears. She kept hopping away, flapping her ears and glaring at me with a pissed off expression, then coming right back for more. I get a kick out of her. My husband is waiting for me to get bit, but I think she likes me too much to do that.
Oh yeah, after taking great care not to let Bombay jig on my feet yesterday, I sprained my pinky toe on the clothes hamper after getting out of the shower this morning.
While out picking up more pellets at the feed store, I stopped at a couple of other places to look for a tall, narrow vase. All of my vases are too wide and short for a normal bouquet of flowers. Only six dozen roses cut way back on the stems would stand up in them, yet if I ever get six dozen roses, it will probably be at my funeral. Here's what I found...
While driving home, I pulled over to make sure that the bull snake in the road was alive. It was. I wish I had taken the time to dig out my mobile phone to take a picture, because its coloring was so beautiful. That gold, black, and white tail they have carried its vivid coloring and markings all the way up to its midsection. It's a good sign to see a snake in the road. It means that the reptiles think we are on a cooling trend. It's unusual to see snakes once it gets above 95 degrees.