Bunnies are like Buses!

We haven't had baby bunnies for a while, until the not so virgin rabbit gave birth the other day. However, now it seems everyone is going to give birth, as Nicole decided to drop a load yesterday. We had our suspicions but you can never tell here in Casa Chaos.

Nicole had been getting out all the time recently, I originally thought she was jumping over the fence, but in fact she is climbing. Nicole has mastered a fantastic climbing ability, similar to spiderman. Therefore, no fence was keeping her in, and there had been reports of her up on the road, in the barrnaco, in the drive, and even in the goat pen.

However, we did manage to construct a super fence that was spiderman proof, and for the last few days she has gone no where. This it seems resulted in the onset of labour, and we now have  five wriggly jellybeans! I had forgotten how ugly newborn rabbits were, and as father is unknown we will need to wait and see what colour they are this time.

Animal Sexing!

I give up with sexing animals, as I seem to be the worst in the world at this task. I now have so many animals with complexes, due to having the wrong name. Not only do we have ducks that are called strange female names when they are in fact males, but the kittens are the same.

When the mechanic arrived with the box of kittens, all those weeks ago, I expertly sexed them. I came to the conclusion that we had two boys and a girl. Names were chosen, and one of the boys was called Sebastian, although we do call him Sebby.

Thank god we do, as when playing on my lap the other day, having his tummy rubbed as you do, I noticed that Sebby, was missing something vital that would make him a boy. Oh s**t not again, how do I get it wrong so many times! So, our little Sebby is now Sabrina, thankfully he/she knows no different!

Half the Battle is Believing!

There is a huge amount of power in believing in someone or something, and I don't think that we should ever criticise this fact. It shouldn't matter if you agree with what they believe in, as long as they aren't hurting anyone, and on that profound statement on to Soursop's.

Like millions of people I had never heard of Soursop fruit until someone posted a link onto FB. Good old FB only slightly less powerful than Google, but thinks it is God. http://www.whydontyoutrythis.com/2013/02/soursop-fruit-natural-cancer-killer-stronger-than-chemo.html

Anyway, someone posted a link about this strange fruit, and I realised that this was the fruit that I had been driving over for a year. Yes, yes, shame on me that I was not knowledgeable enough to know every fruit in the world when I moved into Casa Chaos.

Especially as this fruit is frankly ugly, it has very little going for it, but apparently it has superfood powers. There are a huge number of people that believe this fruit has many benefits regarding the prevention and treatment of cancer.

With this knowledge, I suddenly felt humble that I grow these fruit, and although I'm not sure if I believe they have superfood powers, I have no issue with other people believing. I currently give the leaves to a lady who I admire for her strength and courage as she battles daily with the information that her husband has cancer.

I have no idea what I would do in her situation, and by giving her the leaves to make tea, I feel I am in some way helping her. But for now the ugly fruit are growing, and the demands for them when they ripen are increasing. Who would have thought this ugly green fruit with the soft smelly interior would be so popular!

Did I mention it is Mango Season

At this time of year Casa Chaos is even more chaotic as the demand for mangos increases, yet the number of hours in a day remains the same. I wish that during the summer months the day was extended to at least 36 hours. This would allow me to be able to get everything done, and not fall into bed exhausted at the end of the day.

I am flattered that so many people want to purchase my humble mangos, but unfortunately my work load has not decreased, which has led to an outbreak of zombie mango picking. You may wonder what zombie mango picking is, well it is where I am dead on my feet picking mangos like a robot.

I still find it amusing that a fruit I don't like, and that causes me months of itching helps to pay the bills, so long live the mango! Well roll on the winter is the other hope, where I can get sleep, not itch and not smell that sickly smell of mango's everywhere I go.

But for now, off I go to pick the mangos....box the mangos....deliver the mangos....and repeat..pick the mangos...box the mangos..deliver the mango's....

I am Going to Kill Them!

There are several things that I love about living in GC, however, there are also many things that I hate. School holidays is one that is top of my list as the kids have 81 yes 81 days off. This number is stupid, and the person who decided this obviously has no children.

We now have 50 days left to go, and I am at breaking point, no amount of coffee or breathing is going to get me through the next 50 days. At day 20 a friend advised that I locked away the gun, and all sharp objects. I laughed at this suggestion, but 31 days into my sentence I can see she was a wise lady.

The problem is with the holidays is the kids are bored, and when they are bored they want to annoy everyone, everything and each other. This also includes me, so there is a lot of shouting, tension, and basically the holidays are hell. I have a friend Miss S who is insane, as she loves the holidays, has all these things planned, and hates it when the kids go back to school.

Maybe I am a bad mother, or I just love routine, either way the next 50 days are going to be tough. I need to continue to step away from the sharp objects, and continue the deep breathing! 50 days is not long.....YEAH RIGHT its an eternity!

It Was Only a Bit of Duck Poo!

My car is our lifeline, and when it breaks I get stressed, so recently it had to go the garage, which meant that we needed to hire a car. My philosophy on car hire is cheap please, I don't care what it is, as long as it drives and is cheap. When you hire a car here you are given a long list of does and don't which include, no excess amounts of sand, no wet people, and no off roading.

All of the above was fine, until I realised that the barranco may be considered off road, oh well, I will drive slowly! So, the hire car was used as our car is every day to ferry children, animals, feed, hubby to work, and parked every day in the drive, where the ducks use it as a look out post.

My car came back, and it was time to return the car, it was still in one piece and their was enough petrol in it, well just enough. I pulled up outside the car hire place, and the guy wanted to inspect the car!

This is where my problems started, he moaned there was dog hair in the back, shit I hadn't noticed that, but in all fairness no dogs was not on his list. As he stepped back from the car, I suddenly realised that a week of ducks had taken its toll on the car.

The look on his face was priceless as he asked where the hell the car had been, I innocently said in my drive. He pointed to the roof and made this spluttering sound, I simply said, "oh that the ducks have been sat on the roof". This pushed him over the edge, and he begun to rant about hire cars were not for ducks, which of course is logical, as they couldn't reach the pedals.

Well, after a 10 minute lecture, and the threat of a 50€ fine for the mess to the car, I found myself at the local garage washing and vacumming the car! Grumbling to myself, as I really didn't see the problem, it was only a bit of duck poo!

Had he never had a car returned with duck poo on the roof, well in all fairness he probably hasn't, but that wasn't the point. All cleaned and shiny I returned the car, and run off before he could moan about anything else!

Well She Wasn't a Virgin!

When you agree to take other people's animals, you can never tell what surprises they may give you. So, how shocked was I when I discovered that my sweet, innocent new female rabbit had given birth to bunnies. Ok, this was the end result I wanted, however, she was obviously pregnant when she arrived as the timeline doesn't fit.

Blatantly Rosie was not a virgin, and she has had some fun before arriving at Casa Chaos. Oh well, baby bunnies it is then, there are three of them, and lets see what happens. At the moment she is showing very little interest in the small, ugly, wriggling babies.

On the note of rabbits, if you are passing Casa Chaos and you see a strange looking rabbit running around, tell it to come home. Nicole has decided that life outside bunny corner is far more interesting! She returns every day for food, so very similar to a child really!