Last week I finally got around to processing a couple fryers. It was the most frustrating day of my entire life.

Do to neighbours and a lack of privacy in the backyard it would be unwise to dispatch fryers outside which means the only place with a sink big enough inside is in the kitchen. Usually not an issue. Now add in two sisters. Both of which are highly against using rabbits as meat. You see where it starts to get frustrating. Two sisters, I told to stay out of the kitchen while I was processing fryers. Of course it's not going to happen.

Start with fryer one: Place fryer on the ground get everything ready and then. "STOP. I need advil!" so I stop what I'm doing and give her the bottle of advil. "WHAT is Nemo doing?" I look out the window, and Nemo is being is normal mental self. So I turn back to what I was doing and guess what? The fryer is GONE.

Gone, as in no longer there where I left it in the kitchen. What I had completely forgot about was in the corner beside the dishwasher there is a hole that goes under the counters were the baseboard was missing. Yep that rabbit went in the hole. I tried bribing it with food, I tried poking it out with sticks, I tried reaching in and grabbing it, I tried sending a dog after it, I tried leaving it be and hoping it would come out. I finally gave up and processed 3 more fryers, meanwhile I have sisters complaining the entire time to "hurry up" and "it smells" and "You're so mean" all the while that rabbit is still in the hole.

So I had enough even though I still had 2 other rabbits to do plus this rabbit in the hole. I'd just wait for a day when they're not home. So I cleaned everything up and they stopped whinning. My only problem was, that fryer went in the hole at 11am. It was still in the hole. So I gave up and at 3pm my mother came home and we tried again, only to find the rabbit was no longer in the hole, but in the dishwasher where the motor and all the wires are. Lovely. Yet we still couldn't coax it out. My dad gets home at 6pm and we try again literally taking the entire dishwasher apart, and by 7pm we finally got that rabbit out.

That rabbit was in there for 8 hours. How frustrating is that?

This past year the only thing I really wanted in my Argente Brun litters were does. I tell you, I tried breeding by the moon phases for does, I have tried breeding by Zodiac signs, I've tried folklore remedies and old wivestales. Heck for amusement purposes I may have even tried tribal dances, and processed my fryers in the name of the diety that promises does.

Why am I so desperate for does? Consider this, this year so far, I have had not one, not two, but three Argente Brun does born. Yes you read that right t.h.r.e.e. as in 3 I am quite frankly so desperate for does I literally tried every trick in the book to ensure I got them. Not that it worked, of course that's just silly, but it was fun.

So my herd mainly consists of bucks right now, very nicely typed bucks at that, very nicely typed bucks, with great fur and colour, bonus. So it does not bug me right now that my buck to doe ratio is so embarrassing that I won't post it. Heck I usually don't have more then two litters at a time anyways. So in the grand scheme does it matter I didn't have very many does born?

Yes. 1000x YES. Bucks are great but they can't have litters to help promote the breed and sell to new breeders.

I've come to terms with the fact I will be bringing in a new doe hopefully by the end of the year.