In this case, our daughter decided to spend a day crafting her own wire rabbit cage. She raised Dutch rabbits for 4-H and wanted to expand a little.
So, in true 4-H fashion, she discovered some extra wire panels and set to work with her materials in front of the tool shed.
She had to bend corners, crimp the back and front panels onto the main framework, design her own doorway into the cage.
She spent most of the time on her knees twisting and binding wire.
And then it was done.
She took a step back to admire the cage. It fairly glowed in the afternoon sun.
Her back ached, her hands were sore, and she decided she needed a little recreation after the big project.
We had 40 acres of open pasture and so a run on the four-wheeler looked interesting.
Off she went. At 14, she hadn’t started training for her driver’s license but she handled the four-wheeler with experience.
She zipped across trails, feeling the wind blow through her hair. She made a loop around the house, leaning into the turn.
The cool early-evening air sliced past her as she drove on and on.
She wasn’t about to roll over in the turn but, as she looked up with panic, she was about to drive over the top of her newly-made cage.
Releasing the throttle didn’t help. She came to a stop just past the now flat-as-a-pancake rabbit cage.
She built the cage and then she squashed it.
The destination that day had been a new cage for her rabbit project. The journey had been about crafting the cage with hours of perseverance.
On that score, she did terrific.
Sadly, the cage was still flat.