I was all settled in my chair with my first cup of coffee and ready to read and pray a few minutes and "get my head together." Then, it all started (as do many of my adventures) with the dogs barking their heads off at the back door. So, to regain my peaceful time I got up and let them out. I thought they were barking at the same turkey that comes by everyday and takes a dust bath right by their yard; evidently they take this as a personal insult because it's their mission to make him run away. He's not even running from them anymore, it's more of a fast stroll. Anyway, back to my story, they were aiming their attention at the sidewalk/backdoor area which is nothing new either. Probably, the cat or something. Then I noticed that the flowers look so pretty after the rain we had yesterday and thought I should go and get some pictures to show you. I grabbed the camera and slid into my crocs and out I go through the garage. As I step into the garage some movement caught my eye and when I looked I saw a little bunny trying to hop up the walls of the garage to get away!! I put the situation together pretty fast, especially since I haven't had my required amount of coffee yet. Spaceqhost has caught another rabbit only this one is freaking out in our garage! The first instinct I have is to provide a way out for little Thumper so I opened the garage door. The noise that made sent Thumper back towards me and he hid behind the dog food bags. So, I thought he'll run out when I leave so I'll just go take my pictures and he'll be gone by then. As, I walk out I see that Spaceghost has set himself up under the mower in ambush so I called the rascal to come with me, which he did.
Here's where I left Thumper. He's the little dark spot behind the yellow bag.
The flowers are lovely (I was excited to see this amaryllis), the garden is doing well (the marigolds seeded themselves last year so I'm actually having to thin them), the produce is all on track, and the peaches are hanging in there.
When I came back to the garage Thumper hadn't moved and is terrified. I can tell this because I could see he was shaking as much as my heart was pounding. So, I grabbed everything I could and made a path out of the garage (flower pots, bags of cat food, etc.), then I moved the bag where he was hiding and he ran out of there with me behind him yelling Go, Go, Go!!! HE MADE IT. He hopped to the hayfield that hasn't been cut yet and he's probably still hopping.
So, that's my morning; nothing special, lazy days in the holler. Needless to say I won't need that coffee until around noon when my adrenaline settles down. As I tell this story I realize what I must have looked like and am so thankful that we don't have neighbors that can see us. At least I was dressed for the day. I'm laughing now, but, when I was in the thick of it I was pretty intense. Go ahead, laugh! I know as JP reads this he's shaking his head and picturing his crazy wife and her adventures!