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Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

massacre and independence

As a favor to some friends I watched their 2 children, John and Sara. The girls were thrilled, of course, to have some guests to host. It was a nice day, so the kids set off to frolic outside. After about a half hour of playing the kids enthusiastically informed me that Lucy had terminated a chipmunk. I didn’t think much of it and told the kids to leave it alone figuring it was either one Lucy had caught or it had received its untimely death some other way. A few minutes later the kids screeched that another chipmunk had been executed, then a few seconds later another, and then another. At this point I decided I better check out what was going on. Sure enough there was a scattering of tiny carcasses in our backyard. However, upon further inspection I determined that the bodies were not of chipmunks but of baby bunnies. Their ears were still very short which must have made the kids think that they were chipmunks. Lucy was also found to be very busy digging at some bushes up against the back of our house. I got her to go inside, so I could investigate her digging spot. I found that there were still 2 more bunnies lodged between the house and electric meter. I managed to get them out and carried them by their scruffs to our little wooded area at the edge of our yard where Lucy is not allowed to go (where instead the coyotes are sure to find them). To say the least, the kids got a lesson in how nature sometimes really works. Sara was later reported as saying, “Where the bunnies were laying the grass changed color.” Those (living) bunnies sure were cute though.

Another wildlife adventure we got to experience this weekend was with a coyote. We were sitting on the patio in back when all of a sudden we heard a rustling in the woods and something hop out into the field. Mike knew right away that it was a coyote, and Lucy ran to the edge of our yard to let it know who was boss. What was freaky though is that the coyote just sat in the field staring Lucy down. It wasn’t until Mike came out with the pellet gun that it finally took off. A neighbor tells of a tale of another neighbor having its full-grown golden retriever dragged off and eaten by a pack of coyotes. No more midnight potty breaks for Lucy.

Probably too difficult to see, but here is a shot of the coyote working his way further back and onto the bike path.

I might as well post about our 4th of July festivities since the pictures are already uploaded. We were invited to the Morton’s home for dinner, and then we set off to watch the downtown Kenosha fireworks shoe. Dinner was a delicious assortment of Greek (tzatziki) and Chesapeake Bay (crab cakes) cuisine. We provided our favorite strawberry/greens from our garden/toasted almonds/vinaigrette salad and 4th of July cake.

The fireworks show was fabulous, and we had front row seats. There was a plastic fence keeping people from getting too close. Good thing it was there because we witnessed some fireworks sparks hitting the grass not more than 50 feet away in front of us.

We also brought over a watermelon. Annie insisted on holding it during the drive. Mimi can’t stand to not do everything Annie does and was quite upset during the drive.

All the kids with their glow sticks.

And the show begins. Just some random fireworks shots. ‘Twas fun playing with the fireworks feature on the point/shoot.

The kids watching. Notice Annie holding her hands over her ears.

And the finale. It turned out to just look like a big fireball in the pictures.

How was your 4th?

7 Responses to “ massacre and independence ”

  1. Shoebox Princess says:

    Lovely fireworks pictures!

    Did you get any pics of the dead bunnies? Just kidding.

    Hee hee! Annie looks like she’s enjoying making Mimi upset by holding the watermelon.

    Where is a picture of Mike in his newest jumpsuit accessory?

  2. Jen says:

    No, I didn’t think it would be appropriate to snap pictures of the dead bunnies for the scrapbook.

    I haven’t had a chance to officially “thank” you for the new jumpsuit accessory. Mike was indeed delighted to receive his embellishment. Was it really necessary for you to contribute to his transformation into Ralph Furley?

  3. Shoebox Princess says:

    Yes. Yes it was.

  4. Sherdon says:

    We camped all week at 9300 feet above my hometown in AZ. 70 degrees, beautiful coniferous forests, and rain every afternoon. Dutch oven cooking every meal (including our first attempt at dutch oven bisquits). It was a blast. We played cowboy golf, horseshoes, and otherwise watched our kids run all over the forests and meadows. It was incredible but the laundry when we got home after 7 days was absolutely ridiculous.

  5. Katelin says:

    I love that you didn’t go check out the terminated “chipmunks” until number FOUR!! Poor bunnies, but luckily it hasn’t seemed to bug the kids at all. And that’s kind of freaky about the coyote–although it probably came near attracted to the fresh massacre smell, right, or the two rescued bunnies, ie DINNER! That is quite the picture of Mimi–it’s like her life is completely ruined by not having a watermelon of her own. We had a lot of fun–thanks for partying with us!

  6. Jenni Smith says:

    We are well versed in the saga of bunny massacres. Licky was busy one summer. The blood on the back lanai was embarrassing. Spatter on the walls and such. Funny lesson for the kids, tho. Looked like a great 4th. Miss you guys.

  7. Jen says:

    SP-
    I’ll get you, my little pretty. Just wait until Other Jim, Paul, and/or Matt take on some of Mike’s idiosyncrasies. I will be all too willing in helping achieve those goals.

    Sherdon-
    Ugh, Mike will be so jealous to hear about your adventure. He’ll probably try to talk me into doing the same thing next summer.

    Katelin-
    We sure had fun, too! Thanks for inviting us. Yes, Mimi is quite dramatic about that kind of stuff.
    About the bunnies, I think it’s something all kids need to experience at least once in their lives. It’s not healthy to think that all animals get along (and talk to each other) like in Disney movies.

    Jenni-
    I sure remember stories about Licky’s slaughters. I had a friend growing up who had a very large cat named Tigger. Many times when I would visit her house there would be a “present” on the front door step of some dead animal (usually headless!?!) even a opossum one time.
    We wish would could see you guys more often.

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