In a little red barn lived a little red hen, And beside the barn was a little pig pen;
And beside the pen was a tall oak tree, From which you, if a bird, could see,
Every rat that scampered here, The feed supply to graciously shear.
Little Red Hen went walking one morn, Not long after her chicks were born;
She thought she might go into town, But soon decided to just sit down,
For through the grass showed soil black, And she thoughtfully said, “I’ll be back.”
She raced to find a bag of wheat, Scaring off mice enjoying a treat.
Finding it too heavy to haul Roused a thought she had to maul.
She ruffled her feathers, and out loud said, “Whoever will help me till the bed?”
A rat from up on the rafters tall Cried, “I hope it’s not ME you call!”
“Say what,” yelled in a fine young pig, “All that I ever do is dig!
My hoofs are always very tired; I really ought to be retired.”
A cowbird flew in, and dropped to the floor, Not bothering to knock on the door.
“It’s hard enough for me to find A stranger who would be so kind
As to spare me the trouble of raising eggs, So that I never suffer from sleepy legs.”
The horse in his stall simply grunted, And each one of his feet he shunted,
For all he could ever say was “neigh”, And that was not his answer today.
An hour later at half past nine, He was in his harness and plowing fine.
The day wore on, but planting time came, And also weeding with each fall rain;
And winter brought snow on the roof Well before any but Horse lifted a hoof,
Or for that matter, a tiny paw; Not even a little scratching claw.
And through spring Rat hoarded his loots Even as Hen tended her shoots.
Pig tried to dig the tender wheat, But him Little Red Hen did beat.
He ran off squealing to his pen; The gate stayed shut thanks to Farmer Ben.
A scarecrow at first kept Cowbird away, But it only worked for a few days.
Little Red Hen’s now grown chicks Worked hard to each inchworm pick,
And to chase away all raiders who Thought all benefits they were entitled to.
And even as the hot summer wore on, All Rat, Pig, and Cowbird would only yawn;
If Hen needed help, that was Horse’s job, For they only felt like being slobs.
Soon a wild rabbit joined the game Of the other pests’ notorious fame.
Well, September found the harvest in, Each burlap bag shut with a shiny pin.
Horse was soon hitched to the cart, And toward the mill with Hen did start,
Returning soon with fine flour and bran To cook the bread with Hen’s growing clan.
And when the crust was slightly done, The lazy crew suddenly saw the fun.
Rat and Cowbird said, “Boy that’s a winner!” Pig and Rabbit said, “We’ll help you with dinner!”
And Hen watched the troublesome group, Now on her doorstep happily stoop.
“Help? Yes,” said Little Red Hen, And when he came back at about ten,
Wishing for a hearty meal, Farmer Ben heard a squeal.
He scurried into the old farm house, Caught just the blurr of a mouse.
A mouse? That’s simply what he thought he saw, But really it was a rat that had burned his paw
On a sample of others’ pain, Others who had thought in vain
That they could reap Hen’s rewards, too, Only to become roast pork, cowbird pie, and coney stew.
“Come in,” said Little Red Hen To grateful old Farmer Ben.
She also invited Horse to dine, Provided his shoes he would shine,
But for once Horse said “Neigh”; He much preferred to eat some hay!
Welcome to my website! I currently only feature a rabbitry, and my focus is on preserving breeds and varieties, while still enjoying the opportunity to do genetic experiments on the side and innovate through both color crossing and breed crossing, while still maintaining completely purebred lines, which I refer to as fullbloods to distinguish them from lines which were initially established from an outcross, but have met all ARBA requirements to be offered as purebred again. I also am working on establishing a genetic testing program to aid in eliminating any recessives I decide I don't want in any given line.
If you are interested in anything, please note that a request for a specific breed will automatically be assumed to be a request for fullbloods, and you must specifically request if, for example, you want chocolate Silver Fox (or okay with them), since these are now purebred by ARBA standards, but were created from an outcross, there being no chocolate gene in the original purebred Silver Fox stock. You can reach me by phone at 517-917-6427, or if I'm not available through that means, email me at email@example.com.
I am currently a member of both ARBA (American Rabbit Breeders Association) and NSFRC (National Silver Fox Rabbit Club). While I don't make guarantees, I still stand behind what I breed, and can assure all customers that everything I sell as purebred is pure to the best of my knowledge, and if I discover that something was sold to me as purebred when it wasn't, I will do my best to contact everyone who purchased any descendants from the animal and offer free replacements for the stock they purchased, with no return of any animal necessary. This applies even if the animal died before it could produce offspring, because my customer still paid for fullblood, and got something that wasn't. This policy is to show my customers how important integrity is to me in all my breeding operations, and I consider it my responsibility to answer all pertinent questions for the lifetime of any rabbit sold. Feel free to ask me questions before purchasing any animal. I try to disclose what I can, but I sometimes forget, so buyers are welcome to remind me. :)
I began raising rabbits in January 2009, and have had them ever since. My main breed (the Silver Fox) first came along in March of that year. I strive to bring all my stock as close to the standard for the breed as described in the Standard of Perfection, and show my animals. I cull heavy, because I don't want other people breeding junk. I show my rabbits for the sake of learning what I can about the breeds and varieties I raise, and I study the genetics behind them. I also mate complimentary animals which will counter each other's weaknesses, and I bring in any new stock which I feel will benefit the herd. I have gone to great lengths to bring in out of state stock for my Silver Foxes, and much of it is based on New York lines now...I'm taking a similar approach to the American Chinchillas.
I don't like extremes, so my rabbitry motto is as follows: "It's just a rabbit. If you don't like it, please eat it."
For those who aren't sure if they want to buy anything, still feel free to contact me. My operation is not a puppy mill, profit isn't everything. My goal goes above and beyond just expanding my breeds to the point of sharing my knowledge to help others be successful with them. I consider this to be even more important in preserving heritage stock, because the more people are successful and cull properly, the more widespread will be the ultimate benefit. :)