Tom has class all day today so I am on my own taking care of the critters. And one thing I have learned about myself is that after surgery it is not the pain that is the issue but the debilitating fatigue. So it was a struggle for me to lug water and hay to the critters. And it is snowing still. So this means there is ice to break and knock out of tubs and snow to slog through. I was almost done with all my chores and had one more bucket of water to haul to the rabbit hutches, and I was done. I hauled the bucket, knocked the ice out of the bowls for the first 2 rabbits and refilled them. Then Mr. D, one of our Nigoras, decided to take a drink out of the bucket (despite the fact he had access to two freshly filled tubs of water) and hooked his horns on the handle and started running around with the bucket over his head, knocking all of the water out. I managed to catch him and get the bucket off his head.
But I am not a good enough writer to described how demoralized I was at this moment. I was faced with grabbing the bucket and walking back to the barn, through the barn, through a gate, to the faucet, refilling the bucket and hauling it all the way back. I stood there looking around and took this photo: