This may not seem like really big Easter weekend news to you but in this house it’s huge!
When my sons were kids they raised rabbits, mostly for showing. Yes, there are rabbit shows just as there are dog shows. The boys’ primary breed was Mini Rex and they did incredibly well. They were first in the country in their breed. But their secondary breed, which they showed mainly at our county fair, was New Zealand (whites) and those are the rabbits I’ve chosen for my next project; raising rabbits for meat.
I’ve been so excited since my sewing machine arrived that it’s been hard to sleep. Seriously. I’ve been that excited about learning to sew! My tutor was supposed to come on Friday to show me how to get started but there was a glitch so Learning to Sew Part III got pushed back.
Way back last May I wrote that I really need to learn to sew. I’ve been really afraid of sewing for a long time and the reasons are listed in Learning to Sew. This isn’t a fear of not being able to learn. It’s a real fear of injury which I explain in the post from May. But now I have no excuses because of the incredible generosity of someone who sent me *drum roll please* a sewing machine!
In a continuing effort to educate city dwellers and others about life in a rural area the CCNN (Comfortable Coop News Network) brings you the first in a one episode series on ducks on death row. Technically it’s an episode on how two ducks, sentenced to death escaped their fate due to the valiant efforts of one man and two dogs. And now…with limited commercial interruption…A Conversation with Death Row Ducks.
This post contains some graphic pictures. If you are squeamish or there are kids you’d prefer not viewing them please check out a different post.
After three days of Stu beating up on the other two ducks I decided today was the day he had to be butchered. He was definitely big enough and Penguin and Spot had signed a petition to get Stu out of the tub. Stu bullied them and wouldn’t even let them get their share of the food. It was time to get started on butchering a duck!
Mr. Comfortable went to our oldest son’s house for Thanksgiving and on Saturday, before we headed back home, I went with my son, Paul, to pick up a couple of ducks. His friends got an unexpected brood from an unexpected dalliance between one of their Pekin ducks and one of the Black Swedish ducks. And it was the mallard that sat on the nest! Because we got home late Saturday and I was tired and more than a bit sore I didn’t want to do much. So the ducks (three instead of two) got rinsed off instead of bathed and now I have ducks in the tub!