Yesterday our dog found a rabbit nest with tiny wild rabbit kits. Thankfully I got there before she pulled them out of the nest. We usually get one or two rabbit nests in our yard a year…fortunately this one isn’t in the middle of the lawn. From what I can tell, there is at least four kits. Great. Four adorable little wild rabbit kits that will grow up into pesky garden munching freeloaders. If we didn’t live right in town, it would be wabbit season. But we do, so we just protect our plants the best we can. The rabbits nearly wiped out my asters this year, but everything else is in tact so far thanks to netting and fenching.
This morning as we were out in the yard, my son found a baby robin in the grass. Not sure how it died, but it didn’t look like it was attacked by anything. My son thought maybe it just fell out of the tree. It was so sad, poor little thing. One thing I was glad of though, we taught our son early on that death was a fact of life. We didn’t hide the fact that his goldfish died. He learned the hard way that you have to remember to feed and water even the littlest of animals in our care. We didn’t keep him from funerals of family or friends. He knows it’s hard, but it’s a part of life. Even more when you’re hunting or fishing, or you have a farm or homestead.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 – To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.