Oh Dear. It's been a dreadful weekend.
First we went to like 14 garage sales on Saturday and bought NOTHING.
Then it rained and rained big thunderstorms for SIX hours last night, which meant we were all up until about 2 30 am.
Then it rained out the flea market this market.
And then, the very worst dreadful thing happened.
You see, we had baby bunnies living in this spot in the yard. We were visiting them daily to watch them grow (they would crawl out of their little hole to come see us!), we were feeding mama all of our fruit and veggie scraps, we were very carefully avoiding that spot when mowing, and we had even scaled WAY back on our "get the damn voles out of the yard" initiative to avoid getting any babies or mama in our snap traps.
And then this morning I heard a bunch of crows squawking in the backyard. I went to the kitchen window and saw the crows on the fence right above the babies. I yelled for Jack to run out in the yard and scare them off while I sent Dave out to try and find a way to shelter the babies. Mama was out there hopping around the hole wildly.
Except it was too late. There was a dead baby in the yard and the hole was empty.
And now all day Mama has come back to the hole looking for her babies.
GAH. Dreadful. Jack cried and I wanted to cry and Dave is gutted too. DAMN STUPID CROW. Couldn't you have eaten the voles our yard is INFESTED with?
So I tried to console myself at the thrift.
Except it was pretty dreadful too. Dave found another vintage chime ball for Sammi.
I picked up a feedsack with a cobbler print.
And some pretty linen napkins.
But even a cute feedsack does not make up for our poor dead babies!
Stupid mother nature and her survival of the fittest.