Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Get your sharp little teeth off my bosoms!



Despite Albert's best efforts the baby rabbit population has trebled over the past few weeks.
They are pretty little things, of that I have no doubt, but they do possess the rather tiring ability to chomp their way through a whole allotment's seedlings with the tenacity  of  a shoal of piranhas!
The little buggers also are small enough to squeeze themselves through netting and under cloches and are just tiny enough to escape my eagle eye, when they embark on their lightening raiding parties through "Bosoms" front lines.
Albert has done his bit, and for that I am very grateful.and I am no longer even slightly shocked at the scene of headless rabbit corpses being deposited by the back door and all on a daily basis,!
To be honest ,I am getting the distinct feeling that Albert is getting rather sick of the whole "rabbit thing"...he's got far too much fluff between his teeth.


This morning I counted 12 of the little bastards.
I tried the old psychological Robert de Nero "Taxi Driver" "I SEE you" threat with them but all they did was bounce around in silly little circles laughing at me, so I think it may be time to dangle the carrot of some home made sausages in front of my air rifle wielding brother in law.
My Bosoms need protecting from these pesky varmints.


Rooster... he'll never see it coming


So today we are back to normal.
Operation "dog snot removal" is almost complete in readiness of the arrival of Chris' bro, and the tame Rooster Cogburn 's previous experience of being stroked to death at the petting zoo at Alton Towers will come in handy when Chris's nephew Leo, arrives.
Like most children, he adores being close to animals, especially the dogs, who put up with the constant kissing and petting with a great deal of resigned good humour and eye rolling.To be honest, I suspect that they understand, on some strange and distant level, that Leo is a little boy who needs their affection....he is a boy who would adore a dog of his own.
I don't know just what it is with small boys and dogs... they just seem to go together like The Queen Mother and Dubonet!... I think it is a loyalty thing......girls have and need friends.......boys need to have a pal.....there's a subtle difference..and dogs ,like we all know, generally make great pals......
I think the next photo of Leo on his last visit allows me to rest my case




31 comments:

  1. Good Morning and Good God!I've just had my breakfast so would rather not dwell on your various ways with Welsh Rarebit!Also, there's a joke in there somewhere about ravaged bosoms ..best not to dwell on that either!Have a good Wednesday....its raining here..again!

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  2. 8 weeks - that's all the time it takes for a rabbit to reproduce from it being impregnated! 8x8 =64; 64 x 64 = ........!!!!!!!

    http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/47/Rabbit_skins.jpg/800px-Rabbit_skins.jpg
    A load of rabbit skins!

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  3. We have the same problem with squirrels...but no dog to chase them.

    I loved having dogs as a child,but wouldn't want the responsibility now.

    I must try that old gin and Dubonet drink the queen favours...but not sure of the rations...may well end up flat on my back as it sounds a powerful concoction

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  4. A post which made me laugh out loud. You have a lovely style of writing. Wish I could offer a solution to your bunny problem , but alas no, although Elmer Fudd comes to mind ...

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  5. Just when I thought your titles were becoming a little too matter-of-fact, you come up with another winner.

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  6. Well Mr McGregor, may I suggest you put the rabbits on the BBQ. Delicious, almost fat-free, meat, and by the sounds of it, easily available. Yum.

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  7. Run rabbit! Run Rabbit! Run! Run! Run!
    Nurse John is going to get his gun, gun, gun!
    Seedlings are sweet but so is rabbit meat!
    So Run Rabbit! Run Rabbit! Bang! Bang! Bang!

    "Uncle John? Where did you get these furry house slippers from?" asked a curious Leo.

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  8. I do love to see bunnies - but not in my garden. This year they ate quite a few of my tulips and I was not a happy camper. I do not plant lettuce because I know it will be a futile effort.

    You are absolutely right about girls having friends, but boys needing a pal and a dog being the best answer.

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  9. having lost several entire crops to rabbits, 3 of us worked together to erect a rabbit-proof fence. small-holed wire mesh on stout posts 3 or so feet high round the entire plot with a gate similarly protected. You have to extend the wire netting in a flange about a foot wide at the bottom, facing out of the plot, and cover it with turf. then they don't dig underneath.
    Hey presto, no more rabbits in the veg. Now, if you can keep slugs out.....The resident toad can't keep up.

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  10. John, I'm having the same problem. Tis the rabbit season! What a lovely Diamond Jubilee you folks had. I watched everything they were showing over here. Just beautiful!

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  11. Yes, but they're so CUTE....!!!!

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  12. Exclusion is the only way to prevent bosoms being interfered with, Marianne's advice is perfect.
    Jane x

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  13. Rabbits can reak havoc. You need more than one cat.

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  14. Yeeeeeah. I'm a Leo. 2 cold, prickly cats and a Terry.

    Perhaps I should ship you a roadrunner - they are mean little bastards who eat baby bunnies on a daily basis. Maybe Albert would have fun chasing one down and having RR meat for a change.

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  15. Buy an air rifle and get them shot.

    Lucky bastard, the local buzzard ate all the rabbits at the field.

    Oh, wait ... get a buzzard!

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  16. I used to enjoy a bit of rabbit before I stopped eating meat....
    As for the lads and dogs theory.... I never liked dogs.... never wanted dogs.... I'm a cat man through and through!!

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  17. That photo is perfect and says it all John.

    I don't know what to do about the rabbits. Did you know that ten rabbits eat as much grass as one cow?

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  18. The dogs don't hunt? Can't expect Albert to do all the work...

    Have a great time w/Leo!

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  19. You have Terriers man, turn those dogs out and let them have a time of it.

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  20. Listen to Marianne!

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  21. Laughing bunnies? That's not something I've seen much of in my almost 50 years on this planet. :)
    Love the last photo, it's made me smile.

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  22. I certainly loved our two Scotties when I was a small boy, and yes, they amounted to pals, I guess. But I think I went off pets when I discovered girlfriends!

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  23. Hmmm... I didn't know girls didn't like dogs. Is than only in Wales?

    And I now understand what is meant by the expression, "They #$@%ed like bunnies."

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  24. I've always preferred dogs to people, but not sure what that says about me, really.

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  25. I love your observation that girls need friends but a boy needs a pal.
    Very thought-provoking!

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  26. Some of us girls chose the dog :O) Bunnies are the one thing I don't battle here :O)> Oh we have them but knock on wood they don't eat my garden.

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  27. On Springwatch tonight they said that 90% of rabbit kits die from disease or predators in their first year, so I shouldn't worry about the bunny population too much if I were you.

    But as regards boys and dogs, you're absolutely correct. Each needs a partner in mischief!

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  28. Good luck with BIL! Hope he can help Albert cut the numbers.
    Maybe a good rabbit stew?

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  29. Why must pest animals be so cute?

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  30. Rabbits Smabbits, its my blasted piglets getting out and killing off my garden! But Leo and puppy. Too wonderful

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  31. At least Albert despatches the bunnies before he brings them inside. My cat carries them inside without harming a hair on their furry little heads, lays them at my feet, and then totally loses interest. I then have the job of trying to catch the terrified bunlets and put them outside. Usually at 3am or thereabouts. NOT fun!

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