Tuesday, 3 September 2013

" Take that you bitch" ( Ewe)

My mother in law has just given her tearful goodbyes to Trelawnyd, after enjoying her first taste of a village fete. I told her to stay a few days longer but she has jobs in Broadstairs to do. She's an easy guest to have, and I shall miss her.
Suddenly everything has gone very quiet.
Well for a moment it went quiet.
I had just put a bleached loo brush to the bog bowl
When I heard the unmistakable sounds of strenuous sex coming from the open window 
Doubting the neighbours had gone all rampant in the garden on a dull Tuesday  morning
I walked outside to see Irene and Sylvia indulging in a loud, huffing bout of head butting and fighting

 They do this from time to time, and their fights never last too long, but this spat was a right " handbags at 50 pace" affair in which neither ewe was going to back down. The grunting and groaning got to such a pitch that some riders on their horses, stopped to watch the scrap from the lane, so I waded in like bouncer on Jeremy Kyle and separated the gals.
I need to think about finding a ram for them both for later in the year. Lambs need a daddy me thinks
Having a " man" around should calm their hormones down......perhaps.

Watching the bitchfight from the " luxury" of her new spacious accommodation, wild rabbit Mary seems to be a much happier bunny.
I know very little about rabbit care, but have been given a crash course in " fly strike" " the need for hay in order to keep teeth short"  etc from local Bunny Expert Lesley, who kindly provided Mary with her new hutch.

Finally the  ewe spat calmed down....and peace reigned again
And I am about to return to bleaching the bog
The cottage again seems just a little too quiet

43 comments:

  1. What a nice hutch for Mary. The noise you heard outside at first was me with a fellow I picked up at a biker bar. We incited a riot among the ewes so you wouldn't know it was us.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. Biker bar?
      All too Cher for me!

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    2. I am Cher in real life. I just call myself Janie Junebug to fool people. Now you know. Don't tell anyone.

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  2. It's dog fights here. Young Charlie (whose dislocated leg I had to manipulate back into place after the last spat) is hell bent on revenge against his Dad, Kizomba from next door.

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  3. I bet Mary's loving her new pad :-)

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  4. nice butch! mary might need a little friend too.

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    1. I was told wild rabbits don't mix much ..is that true?

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    2. True. They will need to be neutered first... two girls getting along is very rare...
      Great she's survived though!
      You might have to ask your vet about myxomatose en RHD vaccination. They can easily get it from flies that bite wild infected rabbits and it's a most horrible disease.
      love
      Els

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  5. Perhaps you could perform the ram function yourself? It would save a lot of bother. I understand, that you need to be wearing a pair of wellies so that you can slip the ewe's hind legs down there too. They tend to struggle a bit at first (so I am told!) but later they relax and when the job's done they roll over and smoke a Gitanes while you make the coffee.

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    1. YP
      YOU GET WORSE
      I don't doooo ladies

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  6. I heard a terrible sounding ruckus the other night and went outside to see two cats engaging in a fight to the death...craziness.

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  7. LOL!
    Ever heard hedgehogs at it? They make the most noise, you'd think they might not want to get noticed wouln't you?
    Hope the bogs' clean and bright and sparkling!

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  8. Never a dull moment! Mary is looking content in her palatial new home!

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  9. Careful....maybe just the calm before the next storm?

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  10. Kind of cruel to use the word bitch in the title and then start off by talking about your mother-in-law. You little devil!

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  11. Don't sit on the bleached bog again!!

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    1. Once bitten ( or burnt) twice shy

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  12. Not too many dull moments around your place.

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  13. Hope you find a ram soon. You will love having lambs.

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    1. Another lady from the village used to keep soays
      I have said if she gets a couple they can share irene and Sylvia's field...

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  14. Hey John, enjoy that peace and quiet while it lasts!!

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    1. I did today jimbo..... I watched the new Star Trek as a treat

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  15. Me too. I am positively gasping for a bit of a spat.

    What I find unacceptable in rabbits how cute they are. Next time I need a roof over my head I shan't take to crime. I'll simply turn into Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter.

    Think your technique how to clean a toilet needs refining.

    U

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    1. Sing out if you want a row Ursula xx

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  16. Mr Rooster didn't seem impressed at all!

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  17. Did I hear you say bleach and toilet in the same sentence?
    Take care!

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  18. Hi John, just to let you know that hens get fly strike too. I have no doubt that you will attend to all of Mary's needs even putting on field entertainment for her to watch from the confines of her hutch.

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  19. Ram time, oh man, just imagine that!

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  20. I've been bog cleaning too today - not easy when bleach is banned by the septic tank police.

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  21. After all that excitement John don't go and sit down on the newly bleached bog seat and burn your bum!
    Jo xx

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  22. That is a wonderful hutch.
    Quiet seems the better.
    Hope you have a wonderful evening, John!

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  23. Like Em, i don't use bleach because i, too, have a septic tank. I have used cleansers that have a little bleach in them, but most often i use soap. Vinegar or citric acid can disinfect, too, and is kinder to a septic tank than bleach.

    Mary looks very happy in her new digs. Hope you can find a ram for Irene and Sylvia.

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  24. That's the trouble with visitors and village fetes too - once they are gone the whole place seems dead - after the Lord Mayor's Show and all that. Comne to think of it, the saying fits well with the ewes being the fireworks.
    And yes, John, if you want lambs then you had better start looking for a daddy - the first rule of sex.

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  25. John, think you've just cottoned on to what Irene and Sylvia are trying to tell you.

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  26. John,

    Do you have a friend who has a male you can borrow. This way your lambs will stop head butting each other?

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    1. I am looking for a ram.....as we speak!

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  27. I can never anticipate what I will be reading about when I pop in here!!

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  28. I love the way the chicken is just pecking around ignoring Irene and Sylvia fighting.
    Mary looks very happy.

    cheers, parsnip

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  29. i'm a veteran of a few bunnies, one lost to dog attack at the grand age of ten, one to car , one to mixy....
    we now have a pair of brothers who started out being housed together but had to be separated and after some vicious territorial fighting at adolescence, which resulted in eye surgery.
    in summary: rabbits are trouble free if you have the right pair , desex and dont feel like you have to let them go walkies :)

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