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