I have a secret

I have a secret to tell you. That's right, and I am probably in trouble, big trouble! What you are about to see, Poppy knows nothing about...not yet, anyway.

A tiny sweet fuzzy little orange bunbun. This bunbun is adorable and likes to be held. Just what I need!

Right now she is in a cage inside BunBun's play pen. That old flower pot is her house for the time being. BunBun is so excited! 

My friend Nellie stopped by earlier, as I was painting the last board on the end of the shop. Anyhow, she brought this baby bunny, knowing good and well that I would not be able to resist.

Nellie also brought this new duck, the beige Muscovy on the left, to replace our sweet "Piper". We haven't had a Muscovy duck since our old Muscovy pair died a couple of years ago.

There is much I haven't told you...sad things. Last Saturday while I was away, a huge bird swooped down, caught and killed our sweet little black duck, Piper. I saw this bird again on Sunday morning when it came back and tried to catch a Mallard that was swimming on the pond. From the back porch, I actually saw this big bird swoop down three times and each time the female Mallard dove under the water. We don't have Eagles here, as far as I know, but this looked like an eagle...it was definitely too large to be a hawk. I've seen hawks here many times.

And more bad news...five of the baby guineas are missing. Last night at the edge of dark the mama guinea decided that she and her eight babies would sleep with the old guineas way up in the cedar tree above the chicken house. Well, only two of her babies could even make it to the top of the grape vines. After several tries, she gave up and wandered off, not knowing where to sleep with her babies...at this point it was dark. She and the babies finally settled down in the ditch near an old brush pile. Thankfully, they were safe through the night.

Then another tragedy just before dark...as Poppy went out to walk Eli, he discovered one of the older white guineas seriously hurt and suffering, and it had to be put down. It was the only humane thing to do. Needless to say, my heart broke and I felt absolutely sick. When animals suffer and hurt, so do I, and sometimes there is nothing we can do. 

Back to the trouble I am in. Poppy knew that Nellie would be bringing us a duck but not a bunny. Now I've got to face him at five when he gets home...oh well, this too shall pass. 

What I don't understand about men...some men. Why would they care about something this small. For sure, it will be me feeding and caring for it. Why, Poppy could bring home a buffalo and I would be happy. In fact, I would probably volunteer to feed and take care of it for him. But, that's just me.

Good gosh! Time is flying! Better check on the baby bunny. And I need a sweet little buttery name. Any suggestions? Thank you for listening.

Love,
Henny