The Red Ryder Brigade

One thing found in abundance on 40 acres of lush farmland, is RABBITS. In the beginning, they were adorable, we ooohed and ahhhhed over every little bunny we saw. We forbade Happy to chase them. We chastized Jetta for harrassing them. We went out of our way to keep from running them down in the driveway. That should have been our first clue - we could hardly get in the driveway without dodging rabbits.

Then we planted the garden. We even thought ahead, and put up an electrified mesh "rabbit fence" - it's about 15" high. Yah, I know. They soon figured out they could jump the fence. Then they started munching. We were willing to share. Munching turned into feasting. When they started eating Carrie's green beans, things started to get ugly. Then they started in on ripe tomatoes. And corn. And lettuce. And zuchinni. That was the last straw. We do not lightly share our zuchinni, contrary to most gardeners. Thus began the Rabbit War.

Now we urge Happy to "go get 'em", and praise Jetta for nabbing any little bunnies - hey, they are cute and all, but they grow up to become voracious rabbits, and their propagation powers are exponential.

And we have a secret weapon - boys and B-B guns. We have four Red Ryder guns, two are heavy duty pump style that pack a whallop. Enough to dispatch a rabbit. Here's the proof.


The guys were disappointed they couldn't eat the varmit. Wild rabbit is wormy and not safe for consumption. But the deer are. And the wild turkeys. The Red Ryder brigade is ready to set up business out in the back corn field, gotta protect those crops, doncha know.