Oh boy. Well, that was interesting.
I told the boyfriend sheepishly this afternoon that I accidentally ordered five ("just five, sweetie!") baby chicks a week or two ago and they came today and I needed to go pick them up. He huffed and puffed and grumbled but eventually said "fine, I'll just watch my race." (NASCAR.)
Well, that was all fine and good, it was starting to rain anyway. However, he was not terribly amused when I came home with NINE chicks AND....another RABBIT! He was taking a nap, he woke up with Sil (her tattoo is SI1) on his chest. He doesn't really wake up very nicely, I should have known better than that.
To top it off, he still doesn't know about the 2-3 Silver Fox rabbits I may be picking up tomorrow, AND, when I get home I notice my OTHER doe carrying around nest material so....geesh. Rabbit and chicken population explosion. Poor guy.
Hey Donna....yer babies are here whenever you're ready for 'em!