A Lap full of Lapins

Just a moment ago, I saw and rescued a tiny little bunny baby. In the front yard! It had been chewed on a little bit, but how and why it was in the yard, and how and why I happened to see it in time is A Mystery.

And a little gift.

Here it is with two of Blue Jean's newborns.



And Sweetie, crashing after a hard day of work. With the dogs.

Happy is as Happy does

When I had to close down my bricks and mortar store, Arts & Artisans, I was depressed for about two years afterwards.

Selling off Fuzzarelly? Makes me giddy with delight. The new owner, Jodi, came and took away several more cages and bunnies and bags o' fiber, and I am so happy! There are only about 8 more bunnies left to transport, plus more cages and supplies and fiber. (It is amazing how much stuff one can accumulate in just a few years.)

I am keeping two angoras, Sugar, a cinnamon male, and Oscar Wilde Hare, a grey/black female. I know, sometimes the names don't quite fit, but, there ya go.

Blue Jean, the fuzzy grey wild bunny that I took back from the little girl who desperately wanted her back in October, has birthed four little kits, and that makes me happy.

Nibbler, the daddy, and Tan & White, are loose in the wilds of our yard, after escaping from the Palatial Summer Hutch in the back enclosure.

Everything here has gotten green almost overnight. Previously drab fields are now brilliant emerald, and the daffodils have sprung up and bloomed along roadsides and old homesteads.