Goldie started her kindling today before I left the rabbitry and she had not pulled any wool.  I was afraid it might be a repeat of Peachfuzz and her tragic loss due to not pulling wool in combination with another arctic blast, as Climate Change forces itself down the throats of Fox News.  I added some precious black prime wool-- I just hate to do that, but these new souls are worth more than even the best color, highest quality English Angora wool on the planet.  I mean really-- the new kits will produce nice wool too, if they make it.  They will not survive without the wool in the nest, not even an hour.

One problem is that it wasn’t her own wool and she might reject it.  I hope not.  I hope this is the last winter that I’m not living up there on the land, with the rabbits, facing the snow and the cold with all my forces of human nature and heat.