Things are not always sunshine and roses here on the farm. Like when you smell something extremely foul and have to search the yards for the source of the stench. The culprit? A rotting Peter Rabbit who thought he could fit through the teeny holes of the chicken fence. He was clearly mistaken as he somehow got his head through but his huge feet got stuck on the other side. The gauge of this fence is 1 inch across - I have no idea what he could have been thinking. Now he is a skeleton after the maggots and beetles made quick work of him.
Not to despair however (unless you are sad for Peter Rabbit because he is truly a goner), we do still have lots of sunshine and roses...just one fewer bunny (and a few less Japanese beetles which I have sent along with Peter Rabbit to the great beyond).
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