One of Those Full Moon Days
I woke up around 6. Maybe the goat next to me made a noise, maybe it was the roosters. As I poked my head out from under the makeshift mosquito netting covering my face, I saw one of our large rabbits on the back lawn. Uh oh. I clambered out of the sleeping bag and into a farm shirt. Putting on my long red shirt and black muck boots (and precious little else) I was at least semi-decent to survey the scene. There was the rabbit on the back lawn. No rabbits in the pen. Oh