J: Write something here Dave. 🙂
D: I am fresh off of a check on the newborns… and they are like little wriggling springs of blind, furless, life. Life. Ahhh… such a refreshing word. Just take a deep breath and say it. “Life.”
Life on Liederstedt has, quite frankly, involved a lot of death. Between foxes and hawks and snapping turtles and God knows what else- oh yeah, heavy rains, extremely sub-zero temperatures vehicles dogs so many things that I am now ignoring the commas- there have been many enemies to life that have capitalized on my “newbieness” as a fencer, caregiver, and general steward of my land and livestock.
For better or worse this dream that we have has an unshakeability to it. These bunny kits are are living proof of that. Two years ago we got some rabbits and they started off really well. I was doing this really cool rabbit tractor (sort of like a portable cage that provided them fresh grass every day, all the while fertilizing our lawn :)) and life was good. My mistake was that I had the buck in with the does and so had no idea when they were pregnant. The first couple of litters they had, I was not prepared for. With no nesting box, the kits were scattered about the shelter. No Good.
And so I corrected it. Man, I was excited when the next bunny had her kits in a more controlled environment. They lived!…for about a week… and then I have no idea what the cause was but the kits started dying. Very sad and disappointing. And then we moved and the bunny project was put on hold.
And then we moved again- here, to the place we call Liederstedt. Got some new bunnies. They had food, shelter, water. NO clue why they died.
Take three. A renewal of a business decision between my son, Lincoln, and I to raise rabbits for meat and smoke them for delicious meat. Built hutches… sort of the thing that people would actually do. One rabbit gave birth. Not successful. It got really windy the second night and although they were in a secure hutch, my thought is that the wind got in through the wire mesh bottom. Should have brought the hutch inside. Lesson learned.
Enter, Alice. Brought here into the basement days before giving birth. Taking no chances this time. So far so good. Oh God, please let this litter live and provide food and prolific abundance. We need a win. But even if we lose again, we are not stopping, because this dream of a life is unshakeable.