Don't let your rabbits grow up to be cowboys.

These little whipper snappers are growing like mad! And they are just too cute for their own good. 

(Note: Gooberschnoozle crater alert!)

Drinking from mom's water...

Today was the first day ever we got an egg from every single hen. I was so proud.

The end.

Happy Valentine's Day!

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Lucy and Lola: Gangsters of Love.

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An Update for Katie

The babies are growing.  As far as I can tell we haven't lost one yet.  They should open their eyes any day now.  Juno's doing a good job of filling her role as milk provider and I'm proud of her.

Lessons from Atlanta and what rabbits can teach us

Things I have learned while in Atlanta:

1)  It takes me approximately 5 weeks to drink 150g of Inka.

2) Goat cheese goes well with every vegetable.


3) Spinach + quinoa bread: promising, but don't double the amount of spinach the recipe calls for. Maybe it needed goat cheese. 

4)  I am an insomniac. It goes away when I am comforted by being able to steal the covers off of someone else. Or maybe it is just that Alex is such a drain on my energy that I have no trouble falling asleep at home because I am so exhausted at the end of the day.

5)  Alex does a good job doing the farm chores. And the world doesn’t fall apart and everything still functions when I am away. At least I’m assuming it does. I still haven’t seen what the house looks like yet.


6) Eating chocolate is a good way to pass time.


7) Oh yeah, I can't live without Alex.

 Also included in this edition: Reasons for being a rabbit, especially relating to motherhood

1)      You are only pregnant for 30 days.

2)      Labor: no big deal.

3)      1 week olds do just fine outside in subzero temperatures.

4)      They only have to be nursed ONCE A DAY! (And you can do the whole crew at once, so no big deal.)

5)      Benign neglect, people: ignore them and they will grow up juuuuuuust fine.

These are all philosophies I could see myself embracing.

Cute Enough to Eat!

I got a little surprise this morning.  I had just gotten back from my run, and stopped to feed the rabbits and chickens before going inside to feed the dogs (this is what my life is like with Katie gone).  We attempted to breed our rabbits on the first of last month, but we were fairly certain that things didn't take with Illiana, and due to the premature fur-pulling nest-making activities of Juno a couple weeks ago (see the section under pseudopregnancy from the previous post) I also assumed that she was not pregnant.  I briefly checked her nest box late last week, but it seemed fairly uninteresting, and consequently forgot all about it, with the exception of the occasional thought that I should empty the straw out of it.  So this morning, I figured I'd take a look in Juno's nest box to see if there was anything in there, and lo and behold, underneath a bunch of Juno's pulled-out fur there was something moving!  This is what I saw:

Look at those cute little ears

From my best attempts to count the constantly-moving little critters, we have five baby rabbits, all of which are completely black from head to toe and about four inches long.  It's likely that they are either 4 or 5 days old at this point (she should have kindled on the 30th or 31st).  Juno appears to be taking good care of them and to have already lost some of her extra weight due to milk production.  Katie and I are both very excited.  We've had our rabbits since May/June and FINALLY have our first litter.  Hopefully this is just the beginning of many more lagomorphs to come.

Here's Juno, the proud mother:

She looks a little sleepy...

On a final note, I'd like to point out that our rabbits are outside with absolutely no heat source.  Wednesday and Thursday night we had below 0 temperatures and all of the kits seem to be just fine.  I think that's amazing.

Marriages and video chat

After my last post, you may all wonder if I am insane. Presumably, yes.

I am over halfway done with my time here in Atlanta and Google video chat has saved my marriage. Too bad it wasn't around when we were doing that whole long distance engagement thing...

We chat about every day and our conversation revolves around a few questions I almost always ask Alex:

1) How is Lucy's leg?

2) How is Lola's cancer?

3) How is your MRSA?

4) Is Ruben throwing up lately?

5) Are there any baby bunnies?

Here are some the typical responses:

1) Not good.

(Ow! She kept jumping over the fence to go eat chicken poop so Alex made the fence high enough that she couldn't jump over it. She still tried to, though...)

2) Not any bigger than yesterday.

3) Gone. For now.

4) Let's see. Yes.

5) Induced ovulators are the bane of my existence.

Read below if interested in the problem that sometimes happens with induced ovulators. FYI cats and camelids are also induced ovulators. Wouldn't that be strange if humans were?

(My apologies if that is too much information for anyone out there. Vet students, including myself,  are pretty much desensitized to anything having to do with animal reproduction.)

That's about the extent of it. Our conversations are mind-bogglingly stimulating, which is what has to happen if you are going to have an interesting and exciting relationship.

Trust me. I'm almost a professional.

PS Thanks for all your concern about my gooberschnoozle. I finally won the war and the gooberschnoozle retreated, leaving in its wake a crater the size of Juneau.

Gooberschnoozles, etc.

Warning: Explicit content. Read at your own risk. No pictures have been posted out of concern for my audience.

I have currently been in Atlanta for two weeks. It was all going quite well until I developed the largest gooberschnoozle I have ever had in my life. Ever. Right on the end of my nose. It started benignly enough, just a little red patchiness. Then, last week one day, as I was minding my own business, I came to the realization that this was not yo' mama's average gooberschnoozle; it was going to be a full blown, scheming, corrupt gooberschnoozle and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Over the next few days, it became an angry, frustrated, discontent gooberschnoozle apparently convinced it is destined to take over my nose. The fight is still not over. In fact, I am not sure it has even really begun.

This was an inconvenient time to have a fuming, bubbling, gurgling gooberschnoozle on my nose. I am new here, and it is hard to make friends when you have a depraved and misdirected gooberschnoozle; it is like the dead draft horse lying in the middle of the room that everyone tries to ignore and not trip over. And I am trying to impress people, here. I mean, do people write good letters of recommendation for people that have sneaky, underhanded gooberschnoozles? I don’t even know. Does anyone out there know anything on this topic?

For the few of you out there that might still be reading this and aren’t totally disgusted and dismayed, please know, that while I can’t promise gooberschnoozle-free friendships, I am a loyal and compassionate person and I still want to be your friend.

The end.