Thursday, April 21, 2011

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail...

Actually, to be completely and perfectly honest, their names are not Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, but rather, Thumper, Benjamin, and Mr. Chub Chub. And now that you are completely confused as to what I am talking about, I shall return to the beginning and relate the events which occurred...... It was late in the evening on Sunday April 17th, the night had fallen and everything outside was cloaked in darkness. The Sauve family's one and only canine, with the appellation "Baby," was perusing the yard sniffing curiously around when suddenly she came upon a scent that intrigued her, and immediately began to follow her nose to the source. Inside the Sauve family had noticed how long their dog had been outside, and called her in. But not before they noticed some funny squeaking noises coming from the yard. So when Baby continued to want to go outside, some of the humans decided to investigate.

This is what we found. 5 adorable helpless baby bunnies. Two of them perished that night as a result of naughty Baby playing with them, but the other three survived and flourished. They are the little creatures name Benjamin, Mr. Chub Chub, and Thumper, respectively.

When they first arrived their eyes were still closed as well as their tiny little ears pressed flat against their adorable heads.

By the end of the next day though, two of them had opened their eyes, peering around at the big and scary world around them.

Now they all have their eyes and ears open, and are THE cutest things in the world. Yesterday I took the little bunnies outside for some time in the grass and a photo shoot.
(WARNING: the next few photos hold toxic levels of cuteness, proceed at your own risk)

Please call for visiting times for the bunnies. They have a busy schedule.


A Day at the Auction

To be absolutely honest, I had never been to a real life farm auction... that is before last Saturday. It was a misty/rainy yet relatively warmish day when I headed out with Mr. Reiche and Matthew Bryson to a farm auction down the street. Josiah would have been in his element there, but unfortunately he was sick and Faith was busy, so I was the sole Sauve representative.

As we walked from the field where we had parked, the sound of the auctioneer reached us way before we saw him. Rattling away words and numbers in a dizzying way. As we came closer he became easier to understand, and then we rounded the corner and encountered a large crowd of people (90% of which were older men/farmers), all grouped around a wagon which was piled with the most miscellaneous gathering of items that I had seen anywhere in my life.

Mr. Reiche explained to me this was what was called the Jewel wagon. All the little odds and ends that could be gathered up around the farm were piled on the wagon for sale, and when I say everything, I mean everything. There were books, saws, traps, tin pails with rusted out bottoms, bushels baskets, wrapping paper, lunch pails full of bolts and screws, and many more items which I do not recall.

Slowly the auctioning left the Jewel wagon, and as the rain came down in fitful bursts, moved on to groups of larger items leaning on the ground.

Lawn Tractors, snow blowers, weed whippers, and even a bike were snatched up quickly, but I believe the item for which the bidding was the highest was a golf cart, which was sold for 1,000 dollars!

When the small equipment was exhausted everyone's attention was turned to the big boy toys=) Tractors.

The sun peeped out as the owner of the farm who was in his 80's started up each of the tractors and other equipment to "show them off". Smoke and noise filled the air as the huge "monsters" roared to life for a few minutes.

I believe this was the my favorite part of the auction, watching this farmer who had probably been working some of these machines for most of his life, rev them up for one last time before they were passed on into other hands.