Sedi, the Bunny Slayer has returned.
When she managed to catch a bunny at our house in the Vendée two years ago, I thought it was a one-off lucky move.
I didn’t think the old girl had it in her then; I certainly didn’t think she had it in her now.
Apparently she, unlike mon mari, reads my blog.
After my last post, about Supermarket Sticker Shock, she decided it was time she did her part in supporting the household.
We girls were on our usual, late afternoon walk through the fields.
Dogs deserve some privacy after all… And I would normally rather not know what they were, um, sniffing.
Next time I looked back she was gone; I assumed to return to the house.
I was right.
As the story goes, she ran through the barn with barely a glance at mon mari, racing on into the kitchen.
Mon mari heard her crying and assumed she had slipped on the tiles and hurt herself. She’s a bit of a baby and cries at every little thing – including when she scratches herself.
But, the crying didn’t stop.
It got worse; more pathetic.
When he finally got around to investigating he found a young rabbit on the kitchen floor, shaking and crying.
He was just getting the shovel out of the barn when Emma and I returned. He hadn’t yet decided if he should kill it or just get it out of the house.
Sedi, having done her job of fetching it into the kitchen for us, had absolutely no further interest in it.
By the time he got back to the kitchen the decision was out of his hands. The poor bunny was dead… probably of fright.
It was summarily disposed of.
I went out to check the drain pipe. There is at least one, if not 2 more living there. They were displaced, I assume, when we did the mowing.
Sedi is laying out by the fence now…. Watching….
As to other critters in the house. looked what peaked out at me the other day as I was working at my desk:
The stone walls inside the house are covered with an insulation-backed sheetrock. Larry, the Lounge Lizard (of course I named him….) had gotten into the house through the barn last week and promptly disappeared.
There are slits like this in all the walls so the electrical and phone wires could be strung on the inside of the sheetrock. Eventually, they’ll be plastered over, but for now it gives Larry a window on the world.
Maybe he’ll eat the centipedes.
The green asparagus has given way to the white, here in our area.
I thought I’d add a dash of color to it.
Asparagus with Red Pepper Sauce
12oz (350gr) white asparagus
1/2 red pepper
2 cloves garlic
2 – 4 tbs chicken stock
1 tbs sherry vinegar
Snap off ends of asparagus. Using a vegetable peeler, peel the bottom half of stalks. Put into a skillet big enough to hold them without cutting, add water to cover bottom by 1/4 inch, cover and bring to boil. Lower heat and cook just until done, 8 – 12 minutes, depending on thickness, adding a bit of water if needed.
Clean pepper and cut into big pieces. Roughly chop onion and garlic. Put pepper, onion, garlic, 4 tbs chicken stock and vinegar into a small saucepan. Cover and simmer until tender, about 20 minutes. Remove from heat and purée , using as much chicken stock as needed to make a thick sauce.
To serve: spoon some Red Pepper Sauce onto a platter, arrange asparagus on top, drizzle with a bit more sauce.
Isn’t spring grand?