Farmer H

HH brought home four cute little bunnies from the auction today. It had nothing to do with Easter. He also brought home 11 of the ugliest chickens you ever did see. I want to quarantine them in case they have bird flu.

The bunnies are about half-grown. We have three females (does) and one male (buck). See how well I know my Lagomorpha buddies? The male is white with black spots. The females are mostly white, with some black or gray spots on their ears, and one with kind of a gray stripe thingy down her back. HH bought them in separate cages. He put all the females into one cage for the night, and kept the male separate. I don't know why. His plan is to make lots of little bunnies and sell them at the auction. Or eat them.

The chickens look like Miss Prissy, she of the perpetual pining for her beau Foghorn Leghorn. They are dirty white with floppy red combs, not at all brown and black and speckled and shiny like our two roosters. Wouldn't you know it? HH has been trying to get eggs out of those two roosters for nigh on six months. He buys 11 chickens at the auction, and by the time he drives the ten miles home to the Mansion, he has three eggs rolling around in those cages.

I will not shed a tear if the dogs use those chickens as chew toys when HH lets them out to peck around the yard. I want pretty chickens, by cracky!

The Pony has already become attached to the new livestock. The #1 son is imagining them deep-fried.