Yesterday, our strawberry plants arrived by mail that we had ordered with the gift certificate from Luke's folks. 25 bare root plants- and they needed planting right away. Thankfully, we had the bed already prepared so all I had to do was cut openings in the landscape cloth and dig the planting holes (and pull some weeds that were growing under the cloth, sigh). While I was busying myself with this task, and the kids were busying themselves playing in the drainage "pond" that drains the lowest beds, I heard a screeching sound and saw a small gray animal in our little dog's mouth. "Sally's caught a squirrel." I remarked. Virginia ran to investigate and chased Sally away from it. It wasn't a squirrel, but a baby rabbit. It didn't seem to be mortally injured, though it was missing its tail, and when I brought it inside and put it in a box, it scurried to the corner. We decided it would be better off if we let it go, since wild rabbits do not do well in captivity, so I made sure Sally was nowhere in sight and carried the little thing to the other end of the field. And placed it under.......a briar patch. Where else?
The big blessings of living small
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