Last weekend was a bit busy around the ranch. I spent part of the morning on Saturday trying to get my tractor stuck in the mud due to the thaw we had. The rest of the day I spent splitting wood for the campfire and got quite a bit done. I had collected a bunch of good cherry wood from the hedgerow I have been cleaning the last few weeks and I also had a few poplar trees that the Thompson's donated to the cause. I borrowed their tractor with the splitter on it and proceeded to split wood until I couldn't take it any more. When I went to take the tractor back I noticed Carol out with the dog. She was chasing her and all I could think of was that they were playing. Come to find out she was actually hiding Easter eggs and the dog had run off with one. Sunday found my crippled self trying to get my sore back out of bed. After a couple of cups of coffee I was able to move around a bit better. Not in a particular hurry to get back to the wood splitting project I went to the computer and did some quoting for work with a deadline of stopping that crap at 11:30, I don't like to work from home to much if I can help it, they would come to expect it. At 11:30 I got up from the computer, put my play clothes on and went to Thompson's to get the tractor again. Back to the splitting I went but this time Dave showed up to help. We kept at it for a couple of hours but I finally had to give up due to my back killing me. We sat down and had a couple of beers, imagine that, and some conversation when all of a sudden I heard a scream coming from outside the house and saw Carol running after the dog again. This time my puppy was on a dead run in my direction, which for a old dog was pretty impressive, with something hanging out of her mouth. Apparently Carol was working on setting more eggs along with one of my daughters pets and the following picture pretty much explains what happened next!
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looks to be the remains of Odocoileus lagomorphus easterii, aka the Easter Bunny.
Gonna be lots of sad kids tomorrow.
Poor easter bunny...hunters are mean.
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