Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Many Miles Before I Rest
Yesterday, I made a 150 mile round-trip to get rabbit feed. Actually, I made it into more than that because I missed one turn, took two wrong turns, and then hit a deer after missing the turn to my house due to heavy fog on the Blueridge Parkway.
As for the deer, I hope it makes a full recovery. It just so happened that I approached the deer from the north as another car approached from the south. I slammed on the brakes as did the other car (I wasn't going that fast due to the fog, but the visibility was maybe two car lengths). Most of the deer made it safely across, but since I had a wet, steep bank on one side and a car on the other, I had nowhere to go. I heard and felt the hit. The other car herd the hit. We both pulled over and looked for the deer (I have no idea what we would have done if we had found it injured and alive), but it was nowhere to be seen. There was no blood on my car and it made out mostly unscathed. But I feel absolutely horrible about it. All I can hope for is that the deer is just sore today and not suffering from a broken bone.
This was the second time I had had to stop for deer. The first time they all made it across with room to spare. There were five large ones that time.
The feed issue is really getting to me. I figured that I spent about $30 in gasoline (not to mention the extra stress!) Since I got 6 bags of feed, that brings the cost per bag to $22. Yikes. I can't afford that! But I obviously can't afford not to buy feed, either.
I can drive an hour in the opposite direction to get a feed that I used to use a long time ago and hated. Have they changed? Some friends seem to be doing okay on it. At least I do drive in that direction more often naturally. But I'm still in a quandry about what to do. I want the best for my rabbits.
The problem tempts to me think about getting out of rabbits, but one trip to my barn always changes my mind. I can't imagine the barn empty and having less reason to keep in touch with all of my rabbit friends. Still, I think about the benefits of getting out, and it's appealing.
I've been so crazy busy lately that Andrew feed my rabbits yesterday and the day before. On Saturday, Anna offered to feed my furry babies for me since we were getting ready for a dance and I will still in the kitchen way too late making a snack to share (homemade English toffee - the recipe will be in Laurie's Cobalt World newsletter next month).
I know that part of my problem is that I bite off such a huge chunk of life. I love everything I do, but I struggle to make it all work out. I suppose the answer is to tackle one problem at a time. And for rabbits, that problem is getting a consistent supply of fresh, quality feed.
Laurie ¶ 10:39 AM
As for the deer, I hope it makes a full recovery. It just so happened that I approached the deer from the north as another car approached from the south. I slammed on the brakes as did the other car (I wasn't going that fast due to the fog, but the visibility was maybe two car lengths). Most of the deer made it safely across, but since I had a wet, steep bank on one side and a car on the other, I had nowhere to go. I heard and felt the hit. The other car herd the hit. We both pulled over and looked for the deer (I have no idea what we would have done if we had found it injured and alive), but it was nowhere to be seen. There was no blood on my car and it made out mostly unscathed. But I feel absolutely horrible about it. All I can hope for is that the deer is just sore today and not suffering from a broken bone.
This was the second time I had had to stop for deer. The first time they all made it across with room to spare. There were five large ones that time.
The feed issue is really getting to me. I figured that I spent about $30 in gasoline (not to mention the extra stress!) Since I got 6 bags of feed, that brings the cost per bag to $22. Yikes. I can't afford that! But I obviously can't afford not to buy feed, either.
I can drive an hour in the opposite direction to get a feed that I used to use a long time ago and hated. Have they changed? Some friends seem to be doing okay on it. At least I do drive in that direction more often naturally. But I'm still in a quandry about what to do. I want the best for my rabbits.
The problem tempts to me think about getting out of rabbits, but one trip to my barn always changes my mind. I can't imagine the barn empty and having less reason to keep in touch with all of my rabbit friends. Still, I think about the benefits of getting out, and it's appealing.
I've been so crazy busy lately that Andrew feed my rabbits yesterday and the day before. On Saturday, Anna offered to feed my furry babies for me since we were getting ready for a dance and I will still in the kitchen way too late making a snack to share (homemade English toffee - the recipe will be in Laurie's Cobalt World newsletter next month).
I know that part of my problem is that I bite off such a huge chunk of life. I love everything I do, but I struggle to make it all work out. I suppose the answer is to tackle one problem at a time. And for rabbits, that problem is getting a consistent supply of fresh, quality feed.
Laurie ¶ 10:39 AM
