Bunnies and Duckies and Chickies, OH MY!

Recently, stepping into our main living area and greenhouse would probably make you think you were in the middle of a petting zoo.
It all started with Momzilla bringing home a group of ducklings to raise for running around our yard and eating bugs.
The next day, I went upstairs and was handed a chirping box holding five chicks. These were going to be for egg laying.
THEN, we went to a bunny show, and I came home with the devil himself. A cute little Netherland Dwarf with a big social problem (He's VERY aggressive, and hates cages. Not very good qualities for a show bunny, thus he was going to be put to sleep if the breeder couldn't find a home for him). Momzilla wanted him to try to breed to our little Lion head mix that we have owned for a while now (I had to repeatedly put a stopper in her everflowing thoughts of this. Girl bunny is anti-social in the first place. Boy bunny is a nightmare to say the least. The spawn of these two, while deadly cute, would most likely NOT be very fun to handle. PLUS, I would rather adopt one or two more than get stuck with a dozen and trying to sell them off to good homes, There's already too many bunnies needing homes.)

We then thought it was all quiet on the front. But I was wrong. Oh was I wrong.

Since the bunny started attacking us, we decided to try for a bunny that was actually ENJOYABLE to own, rather than a charity case. So, we found a little black lop bunny from the town we used to live in. It is SUCH a sweetheart, but we have no idea of it's gender yet.

Well, all was quiet then.
Then came yesterday.

First run: Up to the same area we got the lop. Saving a Silkie hen that's been picked on by roosters in the flock. She was a sad looking case, giant sores on it's wing and back. But still very friendly to humans.

We brought her home, then headed out to a location that was about an hour away. This run was for a Flemish Giant bunny.
...We ended up with two. (We also stopped by my grandmother's nursing home. My grandmother was ELATED with the buns, cradling the little gray one most of the time we were there.)
Once we got those buns home, we got a call about the little Silkie chicks that my mother had ordered. SO, six more chicks on top of that.

It was insanity running around and juggling animals.
We moved the disturbed bunny down to the room kiddy corner to mine so he could roam freely rather than become more and more psychotic in a cage. It seems to have calmed him down a lot, and he was skittering all about while we prepped the room.

Then we had to jury-rig some enormous clear storage containers into makeshift cages for the new chicks and for the new bunnies.
All this on top of replacing old wood-shavings in the other cages, repairing leaky water bottles, and now currently trying to save one of the little silkie chicks (It's one I felt sorry for (not the wisest of choices when it comes to livestock, I know, but I'm just a total softy.) since when we were picking out the chicks, I suddenly noticed a blob of fluff sticking out of the hole of the feeder. It took me a moment to realize that this was the bottom of a poor little chick that had become trapped in it; we don't know how long it had been that way.), and keeping an eye on the ducklings that we moved out to the greenhouse.

So. With all this going on, as well as trying to keep up with regular chores, and with my own (mostly neglected) projects for my room, I feel as if this whole week has been nothing but a giant circus act.
Even today, when I've tried to veg out a bit with my new DVDs that arrived, I ended up working my tail off with more cleaning and rearranging of animals and such.

If she brings anymore animals home, SHE will be living out in the greenhouse.

I'll be trying to get a post up with more of the bunnies info and pictures soon!

Winter Blues and Other Depressing Ramblings

So it's been a whole month since my last update, and yes, I'm still probably insane. But one has to suppose that one has to be to survive my current living situation.
I'm thankful to my friends and boyfriend for giving me a source of social interaction that doesn't quack.

Lately the dreams I've been having are leaving me more tired than if I were to skip sleeping altogether.
They're probably due to cabin fever. But I'd rather suffer from that than trying to go anywhere in this cold, gray, overcrowded state.
I honestly don't think I could stand living in a big city if the semi-podunk population of Northern Utah is too much for me. My mind boggles that a few years back I was slaving away in DisneyWorld and managed to walk out of there upright.
Of course,  this paranoia of people is probably also brought on by my isolating myself.

I delight in the fact that we've finally had some sunlight in the last couple of days. It's giving me more incentive to get out of bed in the mornings.
Sunlight and my sweet Will. I am in great need of more of both.

Perhaps with another week or so I can finally come out of hibernation and get to work on some of the projects I've wanted to undertake.

I'm attempting to learn acoustic guitar. But it's dreadfully slow when I have no musical experience. I have to wonder just how I managed to get out of piano lessons when I was surrounded by friends who had to take them when I was growing up.
My mother would certainly have wanted to show other parents just how 'cultured' and talented I was. As was the case in my getting stuck in ballet.

I'm afraid I'm already falling away from the video games that Will got me for Christmas. I just can't seem to find the ability to sit and play by myself any more.

The ideas for the roleplay I was working on seem to just have fizzled out amongst other matters, sadly.
But then, I can't even come up with decent characters or storylines any more. It's all just half-hearted dribble.
Have I reached that state that I feared as a child? I always had the idea that is what happened when you 'grew up', your imagination just suddenly becomes crippled to where you can only take what you see on tv and go 'Omigosh, what if this happened?!'.
No more adventures when you close your eyes.
No more fairies watching you from under the leaves.
No more dragons in the clouds.

I will say I probably lasted longer than most 'grown ups'.
And I'm still trying to fight the mundanity.

I like to think... if I could escape my mother... and breathe in that desert air that I miss so much, it may heal me bit by bit.
But then, I may be beyond repair.

I see so many pretty things, but I'm already turning around to myself saying "Well you'd just look silly in that. Besides, you've nowhere to wear such frills."
But there's still a voice, though hushed, that retorts that I didn't used to care, why should I now?
Even sillier yet, I want to start making such things.

One of the first projects I want to work on is a half apron with a pocket large enough for my rabbit, Alice.
Interacting with her is difficult for me since my skin disagrees with too much contact with her.
But I want to get her used to being around people. Especially since she lost Tribble, whom she grew up with.
So, I figure toting her around in an apron pocket would be a good way to keep her company.
She'll probably hate it at first, as will I since I dislike forcing animals to be where they don't want to be.

Speaking of animals... I worry about Boog, my cat.
Lately, all she seems inclined to do is stare out the front windows of the house.
There's no real reason for this. And she had never done it before. And she's TERRIFIED of being outside any further than crawling under the back porch.
But hour after hour, she just sits and watches the world out the window, or sleeps under them tucked behind the couch.

It's after 2 in the morning now. I suppose I should let my unsettling dreams take me for a while.