I discovered a set of baby bunnies had died. (They're mother was too young and that she got bred was a WWOOFer error. During feeding, a cage door had been left open, facilitating the escape of a young buck. Thinking the buck belonged in the doeling cage, one of our WWOOFers captured the rabbit and put him in with the young does. It takes rabbits NO time to figure out what to do when they encounter a bunny of the opposite sex and by the time I caught the error the damage was done. Hence too young of a doe having babies which leads to certain death of the babies.)
Later that evening a baby bunny got out of another cage and was killed by Molly and Alice (the dogs).
His friends, Kobe and Bruiser stood over him. I walked up to them and they begged me "Make Kobe-White-Face get up."
$4,000 moo, dead as a doorknob.
My problems were now dwarfed.
The next morning I drove to my neighbor's and asked him if he'd bring his backhoe over. The conversation went something like this:
"You're just in time for breakfast. Care to join us?"
"I can't, Adam. I'm up to my ears in alligators and they're piercing my ears. Could you dig me a nine foot hole?"
"Lost a critter, huh?"
"Sure. I'll be down in a bit."
I would not have believed moos capable of such sorrow.
They divided their time between the place they'd last been able to touch Kobe- White- Face, and the dirt that sealed him so far away from them.
As of this writing, the body has not been recovered.
Rain started that afternoon, drenching my hay crop. It continued to rain for 3 days. Another $4K down the tubes.