These are my favourite daffodils, the pale yellow ones near the mailbox in our driveway.
This is the tragedy that has befallen us. When I went out this morning to feed all the animals, there was a gaping hole in the chicken wire of the rabbit run and beautiful Miles Davis was nowhere to be seen! Polly had been barking a lot yesterday. I suspect she was trying to tell us that the rabbit got out, but we only told her to shut up. By the way, Polly is the one who made the hole in the first place. We caught her at it a while ago. I patched up the other hole that she made, but then she went on to make another. Before I discovered this hole, the rabbit had escaped.
It could be that Miles Davis is the true Easter Bunny and he had to get out so he could attend to his Easter duties.
He was a beautiful rabbit and I liked him. I'm mad at the dog for making the holes. Maybe the rabbit isn't dead and he'll come back.
This is what it looks like when you get four or more eggs a day. They start to stack up. I've already started giving them away to our neighbours who love our eggs.
I hope everybody has a nice, relaxing Easter Sunday because that's what we're having here.