Hoppy Easter, and Spring from Espresso, Charlie, and the Sarx Dragon

Greetings, Everybunny!

So, our hoomin delivered on his promise, and we got our Sarx Dragon. Well, the poor beast arrived during our sleepy part of the day, so we were barely interested. Don't worry; the poor thing didn't suffer. We made quick work of gulping down both of its heads. Then we left it for later. I think Charlie got one of its lets, you know, the orange carrot meat is the best.

To make Sarx Dragon, you need:

Some Sarx food (a dollop, we don't know how much that is),
2 twigs of fresh, "long stem" dill - you have to braid it
2 raspberries for the heads
Blackberry guts of the eyes,
Cawwots for the feet and tongues
Some mint for the fins (is that what those things on the back are?)

Then you need an X-acto knife and a lot of patience.  Remember, be very, very careful when you lick the X-acto blade after carving the eyes out of the blackberry. Or better yet, don't lick that blade and keep the dragon vegetarian.

The Ang  hoomin called it the "sushi roll for wabbits." Hm ...

Now it's going to be arting and chilling for the rest of the weekend. Our hoomin said we get all the headrubs we can stand.

- Espresso

PS: Yes, we took the Saturday shift again so the hoomin can finish the story for tomorrow. We might see you tomorrow as well, we'll play it by ear, or four ;-)

Autumn and Dandy

An extra long weekend, hoomin? You have a weekend? Oh, you mean you've got extra time to work on our garden, right?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Autumn and Dandy,

They are a bonded pair :-)

Born:  2015  & 2017
WEIGHT: 4 lbs

GENDER:  Spayed Females

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on.

Wooley

Yes, hoomin, this is my throne now and I am your Royal Highness, and you're the royal ... goofball, hoomin, goofball! You goofed up my carrotini again.

- Thank you, David!

PS: The BHRR fundraiser is still going on.

Star

Of course disapprovium comes from stars! Like me!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Star:
AGE: 2015
WEIGHT: 9 lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR: Black & White
GENDER: Spayed Female
LITTER BOX HABITS: Fair

The fundraiser is still going on, but the rescue couldn't assist in the hoarder situation because of the finances :-( We'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can. 

Pecan

What do you mean you've never heard of berryapples? You've of pineapples, no?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!


PS: A little bit about Pecan:

On-going dental issues will require a commitment to regular vet visits.

AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED: Harlequin/Dutch
COLOR: Multi
GENDER: Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good
Last we heard, BHRR the hoarder situation is still happening. The fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017 is still moving along. We'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.  

Reese and Dot

A what's gonna get you, hoomin? A M*nd*y? Can you smack with a shovel or something?


- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Reese and Dot:

AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mix
COLOR: Brown/Black
GENDER: Spayed Female & Neutered Male

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

Last we heard, BHRR the hoarder situation is still happening. The fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017 is still moving along. We'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can. 

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 18

Author's Note: Last week, Mr. Toes recalled how he and Joey repaired the damaged skid of their spaceship and how Joey became more bonded with Hopmeric. We rejoin them as the bunstronauts are cleaning up after the skip repair.

"Once the applicators started activating the repair compound, we had to back away from the skid. The amount of heat released from the spreading sealant was enormous. You could roast a carrot in it. You would burn it, most likely, and your whiskers too, so don't try it."

Noming - Study 1 Noming - Study 2

"How come I've not heard of that stuff?" Zoomer interrupted me.
"It's old technology; they don't use it anymore. We had rented a junker for that trip, remember? Check it out if you don't believe me," I responded. Zoomer squinted her eyes a little. I couldn't really see them, but I knew where they were, and I did see her brows twitch just right. Her hair was sticking straight out in every direction, and her mane moved a bit and became lit up by a streak of light that blasted its way inside the capsule from another orbital sunrise.
"Well, OK then, go on..." said Zoomer and I went back to the story again.

So, Joey and I set the hover-stand on the ground, and we cleaned up after the repairs. Even down on the ground, we could smell the metallic, burnt air coming off that healing skid. Hopmeric disappeared somewhere since we last saw him and Joye got a little frantic about it. Time after time I had to pull him back to the task at paw. Then we saw him. Hopmeric sat next to Molly on a small, electric utility cart. Where in the heck did find that? She drove it straight at us and braked in a hard turn to avoid us, kicking up dirt and dust. Debris and scrap filled the back of her cart. Whatever they sawed off best had to be thrown out because there was no sense lugging the dead weight to orbit. We helped her unload it.
"Abby wants to bury it in a shallow pit under one of the engines. We'll vaporize all the trash during the lunch," said Molly, running out of breath as she frantically hoped on the cart and drove back to the ship.

Molly on the cart - study 1

Hopmeric stayed with us. I got everybunny clear of the skid and released the applicators. They fell and hit the ground with a thud like a bunch of slain, monstrous serpents. I wondered for a while if we had to stow them away but, we decided to toss them with the rubbish.
"Hey, Hop, you wanna give us a paw here?" chuckled Joey. But Hopmeric didn't move, just kept observing us quietly. I had a feeling his gaze was becoming more penetrating. He was rubbing his paws a lot and looking at them. He would wiggle his toes and look at them as if he was seeing them for the first time. He would turn his paws every which way and watch them some more, then look at me quizzically before going back to his paws.

It was getting dusky when we finished, and I was starving. Joey and I sat down on the hover-stand, and we pulled out some snacks. Hopmeric followed us like a shadow, of course, and we shared a few bites with him. Joey passed around a thermos with chamomile and mint tea, and it tasted refreshing. Even Hopmeric enjoyed it. He was apprehensive at first about anything coming out of a thermos, but this tasted good, and he drank most of our tea.
"That's right, Hop. That's the proper, good stuff!" Joey quipped and carried on, "This is gonna make your tummy feel good and won't do anything funny to your head," and he ribbed me after that. Joey moved closer to Hopmeric and scratched him behind the ears.

Molly on the cart - study 2 Molly on the cart - study 3

I kept staring at the sky and the edge of the woods making up the horizon where the sun just disappeared. The air became considerably cooler, and the mist was starting to settle in. This had to be one those sunsets that are best watched from three, maybe five thousand feet up in the air. Not only do you get to see the sunset, but you get to watch the whole world around you turn dreamlike, and a little surreal as it settles in for the night.

I finished my chew bar and noticed that Hopmeric started to sniff around on the ground. "Hey, Joey, let's go for a little ride," I said and turned on the hover stand. "Where are you going?" asked Abby in my earpiece. "We'll go to the perimeter and look for some fresh grass. I think Hopmeric's getting hungry," I responded. "OK, I'll watch the radar for you; keep the flame on. At least try to keep the owls away," said Pancake. Joey tried to get Hopmeric to follow him onto the stand, and he did. Where we sat under the ship resembled a desert moonscape. That's what our landing did to this spot. We still had some light in the sky, so I thought we could venture out. We ignited the flamethrower, and we kept close to the hover-stand. We got to a spot where the grass and wildflowers were doing fine, and Hopmeric had a blast. Joey nomed the wild chamomile and talked to "Hop," as he called him now, the entire time. We had all the hyssop, daisies, and wood cranesbill that we could stand. My breath smelled like a garden.

Hopmeric study

I tore out as much of the fresh grass as I could to take back to the ship.
"Is anybunny watching the infrared cameras?" I asked. "Um, we got a few, faint signatures, no movement though ... and you're the brightest spot on the screen," came back Pancake. Like Joey, I had the bipeds in the back of my mind. I didn't fancy getting surprised by a sharp stick in my hide.

When we returned to the ship, everybun enjoyed the fresh, wild greens and we caught up on the status of our chores. The "reactor crew" was exhausted and knocked off for the night right away. Joey and I stayed up for a bit longer. Joey wanted to get on the sim, and I needed to get going on the numbers we needed to get to orbit.

Toes, Joey and Hopmeric at the consoles Mr. Toes

Joey convinced Hopmeric to get up on the couch of the console next to him. He took a checklist he had to work with and explained it to Hopmeric from start to finish. "Major, I tell you, Hop would make a great pilot. He's a natural!" Joey was getting excited, "If he only had a half a chance, I tell you! Half a chance! Why don't we bring him with us?" Joey pressed on.
"Don't even think about it, Joey. You'll be missing an ear; Molly will see to that," I dumped some cold water on his idea.

I tried to work on the trajectory math, but my head was getting fuzzy. I shut down my station, turned down all the lights, and looked outside at the starry night. Behind me, Joey kept on talking to Hopmeric unabated. He went on and on about all the buttons and switches on his console. Maybe it's better that Hopmeric couldn't understand a word Joey was saying to him, or he might have died of boredom. He didn't understand any of that, did he?

Credits:
- Renee: taking care of critters, photography
- Mr. Bun, Ijon Thichy The Nth: story, illustration
- Mrs. Angie: editing

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Espresso and Charlie Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

Yes hoomin, make ours peanut butter! Well, OK, make our SarX or CriticalCare. Would you believe it? The hoomin got a box o' chocolates, ate them, and all we got was this stinkin box! He's been promising us a SarX Dragon, for weeks now. Today, he even got the ingredients but forgot the fresh raspberries. And we have to wait some more now, sheesh! He said we'll have to get the berries during the next run to the store.

He's been whining about having to work on the doodles for tomorrow.

Anyway, we'll keep you posted.

- Charlie

Tsunami

Ahhhh, hoomin, you have plans again. How absorbent are they? I need more bedding for my bin.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Tsunami:

AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
BREED: Lionhead Mix
COLOR: White
GENDER: Spayed Female
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

Last we heard, BHRR received a request to help with a hoarder situation. They are still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. We'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Pumpkin

What do you mean the lettuce is not out yet? It's been a day!



- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Pumpkin, previous broken leg – healed with pin – future vet care will be required! Very sweet.

AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 3lbs
BREED: Mix
COLOR: Orange
GENDER: Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Fair

Last we heard BHRR, received a request to help with a hoarder situation. They are  still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. We'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Fig

Spring's here, hoomin, and today we dig! You didn't have any plans, did you?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Fig
AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 3lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR: Black/White
GENDER: Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good
Last we heard BHRR, received a request to help with a hoarder situation. They are  still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. We'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

 

Mia

When I open my eyes, there's going to be a great, crispeh saaaaalad in front of me, hoomin!

- Thank you, Fleetie!

PS: Fleetie says, "Mia! She was shy last time, but this time I managed to persuade her to come out from hiding in her carrier at the back of her pen, and it turns out that she looooooves head-rubs!

Here she is in the middle of a head-rub session, crouched down in the bunny "Give me moooore head-rubs, hoomin!" position! She is *very* blissed-out! "

Espresso and Charlie Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

So, the hoomin decided to chore all day and messed up our nap time. He got all four stink eyes for that. There was a snappppeh saaaaalad to make up for it, but still. Yes, yes, we had all the greens we could handle on Saturday.

He's been calling me Zoomer for some reason. He has a head, I think, so he should have a head gasket, no? I think it might be slipping. He'll come home late from the pits, and he'll ask me, "How you doin', Zoomer?" Then it's Zoomer this and Zoomer that. Who the hop is Zoomer? He says he needs to draw me more, silly hoomin.





Well, don't let the M*nd*y thing get ya, OK?

We'll keep you posted,

- Charlie

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 17

Author's Note: Last week, Mr. Toes and the crew cheered for Hopmeric as he started his recovery from treatment for a wounded leg. The bunstronauts also discussed their options for making the journey back to when they came from.

I woke up shivering in the middle of the night and wondered what had happened. Hopmeric was on the couch next to me, covered up with a blankie. I guess somebun had taken pity on him. He kept gritting his teeth, and his mouf and nose kept twitching. I went to the litter bin and then tried to find something to cover up with. Before crawling back and settling into my couch, I saw a note in Abby's pawwriting, "You're patching the skid first thing in the morning!" I crumpled the note and tossed it. I just hoped my head would spare me when the sun came up.

Joey, Mr. Toes and Hopmeric study

In the late morning, I got Joey to help me work on the skid. As luck would have it, we got another one of those picture-perfect sunny days with a gentle breeze and the aroma of the nearby woods in the air. The sun decided to be extra bright, though, like I thought it would. My head did not like it one bit, so at first, our progress was slow. We cleaned out all the cadmium chronochromium dioxide from the gash and collected it into a pale. That's when we got a proper look at the extent of the damage.

The outermost layer of the protective armor system was blown off. That made sense since it was a fairly light substance, designed to dissipate the heat and not protect against the vaporizing forces of impact with a foreign object at orbital velocities. The next layer, designed for just such eventualities was caved in and gouged out almost all the way through. In the bottom of it, you could see a series of thin cracks in the material. It looked like the bottom of a dry lake, parched and baked to death by the sun. The hot plasma during the re-entry almost got through. Behind the damaged layer, the secondary heat isolator shuttered and exploded. Thus the well housing the retracted skid was left, essentially, unprotected. And behind that was the rest of the ship, open for the melting. I gulped. I've seen the damage done by collisions with nuggets of iron and nickel, but nothing like this.

Joey study from The Bunstronaut Painters

Joey tilted his head and furrowed his brows. Before he could say anything, I blurted out, "We don't have enough material to patch it, do we?" "Nope, Major, we don't," growled Joey. "Check the numbers to be sure, would you?" I asked him, but Joey was already on it. In my earpiece, I heard the noises coming from the engine room. A high-pitched drill or a saw. Somebun was banging something with a hammer. I think I heard two hammers, devastating something in a brutal rhythm of two buns taking turns and swinging the heavy blocks of iron on sticks.

"Stop! Everybunny stop! Right now ..." I screamed into the intercom. Things got quiet, and Abby came on, "It better be good, Toes." I looked at Joey, and he shook his head in silence, "We don't have enough patch material to repair the skid for re-entry."
"What do you mean?" Abby responded. She had to have known where I was going with this, but she was stalling form some reason.
"Well, you know,..." I started slowly and went on, "we won't be able to re-enter with such a light application of this stuff. It will ablate, the gear will melt, and you know the rest." The silence continued and after a moment so did I, "What I mean is, whatever you're doing to the reactor, you better be sure of it, because we won't be able to come back here if it doesn't work. We need a proper dry-dock to fix this up to spec. We only get one trip to orbit with this thing."

Joey and Hopmeric study

After a second or two I heard the distinct change in the audio tone in my earpiece telling me that Abby put me on mute. She muted me! She came back after a little while and said, "Rog!," and all the banging and sawing, and drilling resumed.
"Well, I'll get the compound ready, Major," said Joey, sounding mournful. We both fixed our gaze on Hopmeric, and a sense of finality washed over me. Up until now, I have tried to keep a light attitude toward our predicament, but now I had to admit we could do everything right and still come up short. Maybe that's why Hopmeric looked different to me all of a sudden. He might be only one left here to carry on after us. Maybe by fixing his leg, we have handed our baton off to him? Hopmeric sat on the ground and watched Joey and me. From time to time he would go inside the ship after Pancake or Abby, then he would hop out and watch us again. He went on like that the entire day.

Finally, Joey nudged me out of my stupor, and I raised the hover-stand even higher and closer to the gash in the skid. I started placing the small flat repair pods on the surface of the wound, around its perimeter. They looked a little bit like sand dollar shaped electrodes with metal clad feeder lines attached at their centers for delivery of the raw, powdered, repair compound. When I had them all in place, Joey had to throw a switch that would release the patch material stored in a high-pressure container through the feeder lines into the electrodes. There, the fine powder would be activated and crawl all over the wound. It would grow and spread on the surface like algae before finally heating up and bonding with the armor. Eh, how I wished we had enough of it for several coats so we could do the job right.

Mr. Toes

I waited for Joey to throw the switch on the applicator pump, "Ready when you are, Joey!" Nothing happened. "Joey?" I asked again. Joey was still looking down at Hopmeric sitting on the ground, looking back at us. "Hey, Joey, what's going on?" I asked as I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at me for a second and turned his attention back to Hopmeric. "Maybe we can let him throw the switch? Wanna bring him up here? I wonder if the bipeds are watching us, you know," mused Joey. "Come on, Joey, just throw the damn switch, you can play with him later. If we bring him here, he'll have a heart attack. Later you can show him how to enjoy a catnip stogie, OK?" Joey grinned and threw the switch, "Guess you're right, Major."

Credits:
- Renee: taking care of critters, photography
- Mr. Bun, Ijon Thichy The Nth: story, illustration
- Mrs. Angie: editing

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Hoppy St. Patrick's Day from Doolin

He he, good luck with that, hoomin, but you’ll never plough a field by turning it over in your mind.
- Thank you, Ken and Kaci for bailing us out on this wonderful day with such regal disapproval :-)

PS: Ken says, "Handsome Irish lad Doolin is here to say 'Happy St Patrick's Day' Doolin is named after a beautiful small town in Ireland."

We'll return with bunfiction tomorrow and Espresso and Charlie update during the week.

Klondike & Yukon

I could really use a carrotini. Oh hush, you! Thank Bun it's Friday!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Klondike and Yukon,

AGE:  2017
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
BREED: Mix
COLOR: White/Brown
GENDER:   Neutered Males

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can. 

Speckle & Nudge

Let's make it interesting. Double or nothing, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!


PS: A little bit about Speckle & Nudge

AGE:  2017
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
BREED: Mix
COLOR: Brown
GENDER:   Neutered Males

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good 

 BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Marshmallow & Gum Drop

Yes, were cord cutting before cord cutting was a thing!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

AGE:  2017
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mix/Lionhead
COLOR: White
GENDER:   Spayed Female & Neutered Male

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good



BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.

Frito

Well, yes, hoomin. I do score a 10 on the Snorgle scale!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!


PS: A little bit about Frito:

AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 3lbs
BREED: Harlequin
COLOR: Multi
GENDER: Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good
BHRR is still conducting a fundraiser to cover their CC bill after taking in 38 rabbits in March of 2017. This week, we'll try to spread the word for them as much as we can.